I DON'T OWN SOUTHERN VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OR ANY RESEMBLANCE THEREOF.
HI GUYS, SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THIS DIDN'T GET TO YOU LAST WEEK. I LOST THE EMAIL THAT MY LOVELY BETA SENT TO ME, AND I'M PRETTY SURE I ERASED IT TOO… THEN I WENT AWAY THIS WEEKEND, AND LONG STORY SHORT, I'M POSTING THIS SANS-BETA SO THAT I CAN START ON MY NEXT CHAPTER! SO IF THERE ARE HORRIBLE MISTAKES, I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE!
Chapter 18 – New Moves
(Sookie POV)
Thanks to Oprah I had been journaling about the 'dreams'. I didn't want to exclude anything and sometimes I would ask Eric about details that I had forgotten. I wasn't sure why the journaling had become so important to me, but I was writing. Something inside said it was a good plan. All I knew is that getting the memories and images out of my head and onto paper felt amazing. I hadn't written anything besides a check since high school, and I was surprised at how much fun I was having writing about India, the heat, silk dresses and the Opera.
I was already halfway through my first journal, and I had only started a few weeks ago. I came home one day to a wrapped present on the kitchen counter from Eric. I hated him buying me things, especially sine I had let him off easy for the pearls, but he knew me too damned well. He had bought me a boxed set of beautiful floral journals; I couldn't be too annoyed could I?
I was slowly moving the last of my stuff to Eric's. Besides, the rest of my clothes, and my kitchen stuff, the only other important things to bring were my romance novels. I'd been missing them something awful - nothing like a steamy romance novel and a bubble bath to set everything right.
Pam and I had been super careful about our party planning. Eric was becoming tenser as the end of October was nearing. He was coiling himself tighter and tighter, I was starting to wonder if the party was a good idea after all? I didn't want Eric going postal on us when he walked into Pam's place after all! I was pretty sure that he didn't suspect anything, but the man was seriously paranoid. He had finally told me about his birthday, and kept making sure that we weren't planning anything. I felt awful and guilty about lying, but it was his 30th! We couldn't just let that slide right? I'd have to find something really special to wear to make it up to him. I figured, the less clothing I was wearing, the better it would be… at least he'd be distracted. And there was always his 'present' to lighten the mood.
I did what I could to keep his mind off of his birthday, (I'd never seen a guy get so worked up over turning 30! Eric was such a girl sometimes). We finally went furniture shopping and over the course of a few days found side tables, rugs, a dining table and chairs, another arm chair for the living room, and some stools for the kitchen counter. That in combination with my china from home, candlesticks and stuff for the walls, the place looked more like a home and less like a dorm room.
Besides Eric acting like a child about his 30th, things were going smoothly. The only thing that made me nervous was Octavia. What would she tell us? Would she be able to answer any of our questions? What if what she had to say was something awful? What if she could see our future and it wasn't all lemonade and roses? I had to call Amelia to calm my nerves but a fat lot of good that did. She said that until Octavia had met with us in person, there was no telling what she would be able to see or tell us. Greeeeeeeeeat… it was just a waiting game now.
(Eric POV)
I didn't believe for a second that they weren't planning something. Not one single second. Just remembering Pam's face last year when I made her stay in for my birthday and I knew that there was no way they would be letting this slide. I had no idea what they were planning, but short of landing myself in the hospital on purpose, there was no way I was getting out of it. So, every day I got a little more nervous and looking less and less forward to the 31st.
Of course, I loved them, so no matter what I had to smile and pretend to be surprised and grin and bear it. Truth is… I hated birthdays, hated getting older and hated that more than a quarter of my life was gone already. Ok, so this year there was some solace in knowing that I had Sookie. But being the center of attention for getting older was not my idea of a great time. Also, I had the sneaking suspicion that they were throwing me a costume party. I was getting older and the were going to celebrate with fake vampire teeth.
Whatever they thought they were getting me to wear, I wouldn't. I was drawing the line at wearing some stupid costume to commemorate turning 30. Why? Because a picture would be taken, and that picture would be brought out at the worst possible time, and remind me that I turned thirty in a fucking costume. Nope. Not happening.
"What time do we have to be at Pam's for dinner?" I asked Sookie over the phone.
They planned it perfectly but I could see through it all. Pam invited our small group of family and friends to 'dinner' at her house to celebrate. Knowing that I would want to check the clubs to make sure everything was set for the Halloween parties we threw every year, it gave everyone time to get to Pam's, get on their costumes, and wait in the dark to surprise me. I just had to keep repeating to myself: I love them, I love them, I love them.
"8:30. I'll meet you there ok?" answered Sookie the backstabbing sneak.
"Ok, see you there are 8:30." I wouldn't ruin their fun. Someone had to enjoy my birthday even if it wasn't going to be me.
It was 8:32pm when I got to Pam's building. I got in the elevator, went to the 7th floor, and walked down the hall to her apartment. I took a deep breath, tried to smile, and rang the bell. "Come on in, it's open" yelled Pam. I opened the door to complete darkness, and then in 3, 2, 1… "SURPRISE!" and the lights came on. Standing in front of me were tons of people I didn't know, all in costumes. I feigned surprise, smiled and walked in only to be hugged by the throng of strangers.
Then I saw Sookie, and I couldn't help but let a genuine smile cross my lips. She looked delectable. She was wearing a short denim corseted dress, little fairy wings, and shoes that laced up her legs. She had a silly little gold wand and her perfect tits were perched and on parade. Her hair was all piled on her head and she was sparkling from head to toe. Suddenly, a costume party didn't seem so bad after all.
She twirled for me. "You like it?" she asked coyly.
I walked to her pulled her to me, and whispered in her ear "that all depends on what you're wearing underneath."
"Follow me," she took my hand and led me away from the crowd. We passed Pam in the kitchen. I kissed her and thanked her. "I'm just going to show Eric his costume Pam," Sookie interjected.
"Sure you are, just lock the door please!" Pam said as we walked to the bedroom. As soon as the door was closed and locked, I pushed Sookie up against it and sucked on her bottom lip. She moaned. She squirmed away from me walked a few steps, and with her back still turned to me, lifted the back of her skirt exposing her luscious bare ass. I could barely talk. "You're not wearing panties?" I squeaked out. She lifted the skirt higher, and I could see a line of thin sparkling blue fabric. She hooked her thumbs around it, pulled down, and stepped out of the most barely there blue thong I had ever seen. She turned around to face me, and threw the thong at me.
"That's what was underneath."
She walked to me, nibbled on my earlobe and let her hand travel down to my pants. "Someone's hard," she purred. Fuck! How was I going to make it through the night knowing that Sookie was naked under her fairy costume? Two would have to play this game. I pulled her away from me, and reached down and under her skirt. What met my hand made me growl in frustration.
"Shit Sookie, you waxed."
"Mhmm, completely bare… you like?"
"Fuck yes I like."
"Well, if you're a good boy, I'll give you the second half of your present when we get home."
YES! YES! ANYTHING! "What does being a good boy entail?"
"Putting on your costume, having fun with your friends and family, and being a grateful birthday boy," she said turning around. Then she bent over at the waist, and ground her naked ass into my crotch. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me desperately. She straightened up, tuned back around and kissed me.
"Now, are you going to be a good boy tonight?"
"You evil little minx, you did that on purpose."
"Sure did, doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it though."
"Fuck Sookie, how long do I have to be good?" She took my hand to look at my watch.
"It's 9 now. If you play nice we can leave at 11:30. I want it to still be your birthday when we get home and you open the rest of your present."
"Do me a favor?"
"Anything, it's your birthday after all."
"Don't put the thong back on."
"Wasn't planning on it, sugar."
"Fuck."
"Watch your mouth Eric Northman!"
"Yes ma'am. Now where's this costume I have to wear?" Sookie walked over to a bag by the foot of the bed, and pulled out a Viking Helmet and sword. Yes, it was stupid, but all things considered, it could have been much much worst.
I put on the helmet, snapped the sword and belt around my waist, and followed my naughty fairy into the mass of people waiting for the birthday boy.
Niall and Lafayette were dressed as Zeus and Athena (Laffy was Athena), Pam was in her usual Vampire get-up, and Tara and J.B. were John Travolta and Karen Lynn Gorney from Saturday Night Fever. Amongst the crown were witches, and ghouls and ghosts, and all the other get-ups one usually sees at costume parties. When we got to the wall near the windows, I saw Amelia wearing all black with cat ears and a tail, and older black lady in a full gypsy get-up. Of course, I didn't realize that it wasn't a get up at all, it was Octavia. Amelia came and hugged us both, and Sookie explained about Pam calling Octavia to have her come to the party to read palms and people's future. Of course the real reason she was here was to meet us, Sookie said.
Sookie and I sat at the table with Octavia and Amelia opposite us. "Hi children," Octavia said graciously.
"Hi," we answered in unison.
"Here's what we're gonna do," she said in a heavy Louisiana accent. "Your sister there is looking at us expecting me to do your reading." We both looked to see Pam smiling and nodding at us with a drink in her hand. "I'm gonna give you some bullshit crystal ball stuff, and then you two come by Amelia's tomorrow and we can get to work. I can feel the energy radiating from you two and its some powerful stuff. Amelia you weren't kidding."
"Isn't it wonderful!" she said proudly.
Octavia pulled out some Tarot cards and read them for us. It was all good stuff - a future of love and success and the rest. When she was done, she stood up and hugged us each. "Tomorrow children, I'm looking forward to it." We nodded and made our way back to the crowd. I needed a drink. Suddenly I was anxious for tomorrow. It wasn't until I was snapped out of it by everyone singing happy birthday and me blowing out the candles on my cake that I was able to get back into the groove of things.
Sookie and I danced and laughed and had fun. Yes, I had fun. I couldn't help it. There was food, booze, music, and a barely clothed Sookie next to me all night. Maybe Birthday's weren't so bad. I barely registered the time passing when Sookie whispered that it was 11:15 and we needed to get home.
"Does this mean I was good boy and get the rest of my present."
"Yes," she giggled. We got our stuff, and instead of changing, Sookie, just threw on her red trench coat. We said our goodbyes and I thanked Pam again, and then we left. We hailed a cab, barely made through the trip without fucking in the backseat, and ran to the apartment. I devoured Sookie's mouth the second we locked the door. I had been sporting a semi all night thinking about Sookie's naked ass parading through that party. She pulled away, pointed to a neatly wrapped box on the dining table, and told me to open it while she ran to the other room.
I picked up the small box and unwrapped it. Huh? Inside was a small pink pouch. In the pouch was a small used blister pack. Whatever was in those little blisters were gone. What the hell was I looking at? This was my gift? I looked at it for another minute confused and then… it dawned on me. I couldn't get my clothes off quickly enough. Hard and naked I made my way to the bedroom. There, back toward me, hair down, naked except for her shoes and fairy wings, was Sookie in all her glittering glory. The room was illuminated by large black pillar candles she put everywhere and somehow lit in lighting speed. She was sparkling with glitter and glowing from the candle light, and when she looked at me over her shoulder, I thought I might faint from the lack of blood that was currently draining from my head and coursing to my cock.
She turned around. "I guess you figured out your present… Happy Birthday, Eric."
She was a naked, bare, naughty fairy, and she was mine. I stalked towards her, helped the wings off of her, licked her shoulder, and growled. "You taste like Cotton Candy."
"Flavored body glitter." Fuuuuck.
"On the bed… now!" If her shoulder tasted that good, what did the rest of her taste like? She scooted onto the bed, giving me a glimpse of her naked pussy, and then settled on her back, knees bent, legs open. As badly as I wanted to be inside her bare for the first time, I needed to touch her naked lips, and taste how far south the cotton candy body glitter was applied. I kneeled on the bed in front of her, and licked her belly button. It was sweet. I licked a trail down to the top of her entrance… tasted like cotton candy. I licked her bare puffy slit, and moaned as she giggled, it was all sugary-sweet. I slipped my middle and pointer finger inside and she arched her back for me.
She was wet already, of course she was. Sookie was always wet and ready for me. I brought my moist fingers to her face, and traced her lips with them. She licked them, like a good girl. My dick twitched.
"How do you taste Sookie?"
"You tell me."
I hovered over her ready body and kissed her lips, licking the bottom one as I pulled myself away. "You taste perfect."
"Eric?"
"Yes lover?"
"Fuck me before midnight." Didn't have to ask me twice!
It was 11:56. I kissed both of her nipples making them pucker and pearl for me, and then positioned myself. Nothing was going to be between us tonight. No latex, no hair, just her skin against mine. I pushed my head into her waiting body and we both hummed at the sensation. Slowly, more slowly than I thought I could, I pushed my shaft into her. I could feel her heat. I could feel every moist drop coating me. I couldfeel her smooth walls sucking me in, and it was sweeter than all the cotton candy in the world.
We were both silent. I was too focused on how fucking perfect she felt around me. Sookie's eyes were closed, her mouth open, gulping in air. Slowly, I began thrusting, not wanting to miss a single sensation. Her body sucked me in further with every move. I could feel her tighten around me with every thrust - her warm, smooth, wet-walls constantly beckoning for more. I gave her more. I increased the friction, make us both gasp. The feeling of my head venturing deeper and deeper into her was incredible. I didn't want it to end.
We moved as one in near silence. Nothing but her soft moans, my deep growls and the occasional gasp filled the room. When Sookie began to shake beneath me I knew she was ready to come for me. I pressed into her body as far as I could, meeting her pelvis with my own, and she whimpered as she came on me. And fuck, I could finally feel her slick heat overwhelming my dick. The sensation was so exquisite that I let go, making her curse as she could finally feel my release rush into her body.
I stayed there, inside of her, not wanting the moment change. Finally, I pulled out slowly, damming the rush of cold air that swept my shaft, and collapsed next to my fairy. I looked over to her, and wiped away the tears that were coming down her cheeks.
"Are you ok my love?"
She nodded.
"Can you speak?" I asked smiling.
"Not yet." She answered.
"Do you love me?"
She nodded, a few more tears rolled down her face.
"Me too - now please don't cry." She took a deep breath and another until she calmed her tears. "I haven't thank you yet for your extraordinary gift."
She smiled at me, eyes twinkling, "sugar, you just did."
A/N
I know it was late, and probably riddled with mistakes, but I had a hell of a time getting this out, and next chapt is going to be long... looking forward to Octavia?
Sookie's costume and the journal's are in my profile.
So, dying to know what you thought about Sookie's 'gift.' And, the green button wants to know what your best Halloween costume ever was?
