I DON'T OWN SOUTHERN VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OR ANY RESEMBLANCE THEREOF.
OK GUYS, THIS WAS READY TO POST FOR A WHILE BUT FF WAS NOT COOPERATING! UGH. ANYWHO...
THANKS AS ALWAYS TO MY LOVELY BETA HOPESTREET. COMA WRANGLER EXTRAORDINAIRE!
THIS NAUGHTY LITTLE CHAPTER IS FOR THE LADIES AT THE SOOKIVERSE FORUM, WITH WHOM I ACTUALLY CHATTED WITH INSTEAD OF BEING THE HOPELESS VOYEUR THAT I AM.
ENJOY….
Chapter 23, Classes
(Eric POV)
We walked all the way back to the apartment, hand-in-hand. It was a long walk. We took our time. Unlike the last time, this experience had been exhilarating. It was as if we were in our own Hollywood movie! Duels, fancy dresses, rain storms, running away into the sunset… We left Amelia's wrapped in our own little bubble.
"Think I'll remember anything when we get to Paris?"
I laughed. "I don't think so, lover. It's changed just a little since Louis was running things."
"I can't wait. The most exotic place I've ever been in Chinatown!"
"You're wonderful, you know that?"
"Why?" she asked confused, "Because I'm a country bumpkin?"
"No, because of your wide eyed enthusiasm and willingness to try something new."
She stopped in her tracks. "Good lord that was sweet!"
"You bring out the best in me Suzanne," I said winking and bowing.
"Why Eric, when did you become such a hopeless romantic?"
"Seems I've been one for centuries."
We started walking again. Sookie seemed to be contemplating something very seriously. I couldn't help but smile. She bit the inside of her lip and furrowed her brows. It was incredibly cute.
"Eric?"
"Yes?"
"I've been thinking about what you said."
"I say a lot of things. What in particular?"
"About school and taking some writing classes."
"Ok. And…"
"And… I think I'd like to try it."
"Really? Sookie that wonderful!"
"I figure that between the rent I get from Gran's house and the modeling, I can cover it."
"You think I'm going to let you pay? Don't be absurd."
"Eric, listen to me please," she stopped and faced me. "I love you. I really, really do. And I can't tell you how much I appreciate that you're willing to do this for me, but I will not be treated like a kept woman! You already pay all the bills, and every time I try to pay for groceries, you find a way to stop me."
"Sookie, please…"
"Dammit, let me finish!"
"Sorry," I replied meekly.
"It's fine; just don't interrupt me. Now, you've bought me pearls, and you're taking me around the world, and somehow I've found a way to swallow my pride about that all and accept it as the beautiful gestures they are. But I will NOT let you pay for my education! It's my own damn fault I never went to school in the first place. And shit! I want to be the one who improves me!"
She let out a big huff and dropped her shoulders. "Can I talk now?"
She took a deep breath and let it out. "Yes, you may."
"Ok."
"That's it?"
"Yup. That's it."
"You're not going to argue with me?"
"No. I don't want to bruise your pride, and although I don't think you need improving, you're right. You should be the one to develop you."
"Wow, thanks."
"Just promise me something?"
"Anything."
"The second you need help, you let me know."
"Ok then, you can be my human spell checker."
"Sookie that's not…"
She cut me off. "I know what you meant. Thank you."
We got home fairly late. We were hungry and tired. While Sookie took a quick shower, I threw together some pasta, about the only thing I could do in a kitchen. Boil water. Drop in pasta. Drain. Add a jar of warmed up sauce. Sookie came out in her kimono, hair still damp, and set the table. I couldn't remember what life was like without the dining table, a proper set of dishes, and house plants. What the hell kind of existence was I living before? It was cool in its way I suppose. Getting laid by the bevy of hot ass that the city has to offer was fun… maybe. But really, had anything I had done in the past 10 or so years even hold a candle to the seeming banality of that night? No. Nothing at all. Eating dinner with Sookie at our table slurping up spaghetti was better than any drunk girl in a short skirt had ever been.
After dinner, Sookie curled onto the couch with one her journals and began scribbling away. I put the dishes away, made some calls, and paid some bills. She was so precious there − her hair almost dry, loose and untouched around her, wearing silk, focused and intent on her writing. Every now and again, she would stop, look out the window, remember something, and get the pen back to paper.
I was lost in the sight of her when she looked right at me and smiled. I was whipped; completely and happily whipped. I turned to goo every time she smiled at me, and it was only getting worse… or better… or…
"Eric?"
"Yes lover?"
She bit her lip. Then an evil little grin spread through her lips.
"I was wondering…" she started, trying to act coy but failing miserably.
"What were you wondering?" I asked as I got up from the table and made my way to the couch.
"I'm having a hard time remembering all the details from France," she said, a slight flush tinting her cheeks.
"That won't do," I said as I sat by her feet. "What can I do to jog your memory?"
"Do you remember," she sat up, "when you came to my room and twirled me around?"
"I do," I said as I began unbuttoning my shirt.
"You kissed me," she said getting up onto her knees.
"Yes, I did," I answered as I took my shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
"It all gets a bit fuzzy after that," she explained as she untied the sash around her robe.
The robe opened slightly − just enough to see a column of her delectable flesh. The space between her breasts, her belly button, her blessedly exposed sex – all ready for the touching and licking.
I moved closer to her and opened her robe, giving me full access to her breasts.
"I think," I said before I dipped my head down and kissed her left nipple, "I can help you," I kissed her right nipple and brought my head level to hers, "with that." I took the robe off and kissed her waiting lips before the silk gathered at her knees.
I reached down to touch her naked slit and ran my finger along its length. She moaned and let her head fall back. I let my thumb find her clit and rubbed gently, getting her wet for me. Her breasts rose and fell with every deep shuddering breath she took. I could hear the air pushing through her mouth, and it was spellbinding.
Her hands moved across my bare chest, taking their time when they crossed my nipples. She raked her fingers down my torso until she found the button on my jeans. She slipped the brass through the hole and slowly pulled down the zipper.
"Eric," she got out between breaths, "pants off, please."
"Not until you come for me."
"Mmmm" she said breathily.
Her head fell to the side, and she closed her eyes as she let my fingers explore her. While one hand was happily thumbing and rubbing at her nerves, the other slipped inside and had a little fun. Her breathing became more erratic. She moaned and hummed as both of my relentless hands worked her over. I could feel my dick pressing up against the tines of the zipper, and I hissed in pain… it was worth it though.
She steadied herself on my shoulders. I could feel her beginning to shake and quiver. Her walls got tighter around me. Soon enough her breathing hitched as her walls sucked my fingers further into her heat. Damn, she was amazing! Her head flew back as she let out a long moan before releasing onto my waiting fingers. She dropped her head onto my shoulder as I slowly pulled my fingers out.
She shuddered at the loss.
My poor aching dick was screaming to be let free. Just when I thought I'd crumble before I had even buried myself inside of her, a pair of small nimble hands were carefully pulling down my jeans. I let out a long "ahhhhh" when the infernal fabric was around my knees. I growled deeply when one of those same hands reached down my boxers and wrapped around my dick.
I pulled my boxers down, groaning when the air finally hit me. Sookie rubbed my length and licked her lips. She could suck me off another time though. Just then, I needed to be inside her. I stood up quickly and pulled my remaining clothing off and took a look at gorgeous woman waiting to be fucked. She was naked, smooth, up on her knees, legs slightly apart, and her beautiful wavy blonde hair tickled her shoulders and traced the tops of her exquisite tits.
No wonder people wanted to paint and draw her. She was female personified, and she was mine. I stepped toward Sookie and embraced her, grabbing her equally amazing ass as I kissed her deeply. She moaned into my mouth, and my dick twitched for her.
We had yet to have sex on the couch, which was going to change right then and there.
"On your back, lover."
She sat, then slid on the couch until her head was on a pillow and her legs were spread for me. I placed one knee on the sofa and lifted her leg over my shoulder, positioning myself at her glistening entrance. She licked her finger, pinched her own nipple and winked at me. Fuuuuck! I slammed into her. She bucked into the thrust, and I repeated my action over and over.
Her wet warm walls begged me to push further, and I did. I pushed into her until I could feel her ass on my thighs. She whimpered and squirmed, and I knew she was close.
"Touch yourself, Sookie," I begged.
She let her finger drop down her body and began rubbing her clit.
"That's it. Come for me, lover. Come on my dick."
She let out a squeal, and I could feel her walls contract around me. I buried into her and ground until she was a quivering mess. Her warmth lubricated my pulsing dick, and I began my rhythm again. Her body moved with me, her breath accented my every move. She was made to be inside me. The friction intensified, and I could feel myself begin to tense.
"Come inside me," she wished over and over again.
I was more than happy to oblige. I was ready to gratify her when I projected, "Je t'aime," to my 'Suzanne.'
She let a tear fall as I thrust into her one last time before releasing into her waiting body and finally granting her wish.
A/N
You likey? I sure as hell did! Phew!
Also, I've never suggested someone else's story but when I see injustice I must act! Kindall W's story, "One Thousand Words," is so charming, and sweet, and sexy, and makes me smile ear to ear and it's a crime that she doesn't have thousands of readers and reviews! Together, we can make a difference. (Hehe, dramatic I know, but do yourself a favor and go read it.)
So the rev button wants to know: what memory can Eric help you with?
