I do not own any of the True Blood characters, just so you know. I hope that you like this and thanks for the positive feedback!! As always
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Genevieve woke up the next morning under the covers and pulled closely against Eric by his arm wrapped around her. The room was dark, as always, and she sighed as she stroked his arm slowly. This could be so perfect if……if things were simpler. She glanced at the clock and realized that she was due at Merlotte's that evening, and she felt emotionally drained still. Genevieve sighed and pulled herself out of the Eric's arms and stretched as she stood up. She glanced back at the bed, not seeing a thing but still smiling. She went out on the deck to call work, and Sam answered from the bar. "Hey, Sam." Genevieve explained what had happened short a few details and winced when she heard his response.
"What in the hell, Genevieve? What do you have yourself wrapped up in there? Are you alright?" Sam yelled, and she blinked.
"I'm fine. I got some blood since she kicked my ass all over the room, but I am just drained otherwise. I'll be there…..day after tomorrow? When am I there again?"
"Yeah, you work the lunch shift on Tuesday." Sam grumbled, and she took a breath. "Genevieve, I'm worried about you. What can I tell Nora about any of this?"
"Nothing, if you don't mind. She knows so little about what I have been through. Thanks, Sam." Genevieve told him gratefully, and felt guilty yet again. Someday she would sit her down and tell her a story that would blow Nora away.
"Fine, but you know what a spot I am in. Genevieve, think hard about all of this. Please take care of yourself." Sam told her, with concern in her voice. "I worry about you."
"I know." Genevieve replied, understanding the complete meaning in the words and feeling a little bad for Nora. "I'll see you in a couple of days."
"Call Sookie so she does not bite my head off with an interrogation." Sam told her, and she giggled a little. They ended the call and she did just that, and Sookie was horrified. Bill had not heard from Sophie Ann himself so things were calm there, but it also meant that she had been there just to torment Eric. Genevieve hung up with her stomach in knots, and she made some coffee absently in the house. She leaned against the railing of the deck as she drank it in the big shirt, staring at the wide expanse of trees that his house backed up to. She would never be out there alone at night, but daylight seemed safe right now. She went in and caught up on some playoff hockey on the couch for the day, nibbling here and there just to ebb her slight hunger. She grew tired as evening approached, and went back into the room to crawl back under the covers to nap with Eric. She pressed herself against him, and closed her eyes wearily.
Genevieve woke slightly to a familiar touch as Eric stroked her arm slowly, and she felt him slide his arm under the shirt and around her waist. She sighed and let the welcome feeling of desire wash over her as his hand met her bare skin. "Am I a horrible person for wanting you so badly right this moment?"
"That would make us fairly equivalent then." Eric slid his hand up to stroke her breast teasingly, and she breathed deeply. "But I also don't want to lessen you as a woman in any way."
Genevieve rolled over to face him, and she felt him pull her close. "I know that you didn't mean those words that you told me. It still hurt, but I know that you didn't really feel them." She slid her own hand down his bare skin, loving that he slept wearing nothing. He groaned and his hand slid tighter around his back.
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Eric asked her, his skin tensing as she touched it.
"I called Sam and asked for the night off. I still feel…..muddled." Genevieve replied, and he sighed.
"At any rate, I am glad you're here. Maybe we can do tonight what I had planned for last night."
"What is that?" Genevieve asked curiously, and he kissed her as he pushed her onto her back.
"You'll see." He sat up and unbuttoned her shirt slowly, and she moaned as his lips grew busy with her bare skin. She felt his urgency under the gentle way her was moving, and she touched his hair and roughly ran her fingers through it. He came off of her with a growl and kissed her hard. His lips bruised her as he demanded her to return it, and she lost her breath as she gave in. It was a similar primal need as the night Godric had ended his life, but she knew that is was all about them at that moment. He rolled her over and sat up as he pulled her body with his, kissing her neck hungrily. Any chance of them holding back was gone, and she whimpered as his fangs sank into her. He held her up with one hand and ravaged her body with his other hand as he pulled away, and she begged him to enter her. He pushed her back onto the bed and pushed her legs apart as he buried his face between them. She moaned wildly as he teased her near to completion, and then she screamed as he finished her off with his fingers. She took a deep breath and he was pulling her over him again, and she straddled him with a renewed energy. He entered her and she moved just as he liked, climaxing repeatedly again until he joined her and she could not move anymore. "I will always want you." Eric told her, as she collapsed over him.
"I feel the same." Genevieve said, feeling her need subsiding for the moment.
"Let's shower and get out for awhile." Eric suggested, and she frowned.
"Where?" Genevieve asked, and he chuckled. He pulled her out of bed slowly and they took a very long shower together, losing themselves in the moment again. She loved the feeling of him pressing her into the shower wall as he fiercely made love to her again, and the feeling of being unable to move as she climaxed again. He washed her hair afterward and she stumbled out of the shower into the candlelit bathroom. They dried off and he brushed her hair after he kissed her neck gently. "Where are we going? I only brought some things to wear for the drive home."
Eric wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into his huge closet. He came out with a box and she sat on the bad as he turned on a lamp. "Here." She opened it with a hesitant smile and held up the black dress with a gasp, seeing more stuff under it. It was a very simple yet elegant dress with cap sleeves that was on the shorter side. She looked further and saw some thigh high stockings and a pair of the sexiest heels that he had ever seen..
"I am not going to go dance on a stage, am I?" Genevieve asked with an evil grin, and he raised his eyebrows at her.
"No, though you would look very sexy doing to. This is for dinner with me tonight." Eric told her, and she smiled.
"Wait! You're not working?"
"I intended on taking you to dinner last night, and now I wish that I had. It was not worth it to do that on my desk in the dark in the end." Eric told her, his voice filled with regret.
"She would have found us sooner or later." Genevieve said, and he nodded slowly. "You sure we are safe here?"
"Mostly." Eric told her, and she frowned. "Vampires can find most anyone, but she has never been to my home. She typically ushers everybody to where she lives." He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes changing shades of blue as he remained silent. "Get dressed, lover." He disappeared into his closet and she slid the dress over her head as she gazed into the wall mirror. Of course, Eric had a wall mirror. It fit perfectly and she spun around to make the little skirt flare out just enough to tease. It was actually closer to knee length than she had originally thought, and she went out to grab her bra from her bag. She took the dress off and pulled it on, and ran into the bathroom to put a little make up on. She went simple with black liner and a faint pink gloss, completed by two coats of mascara. She pulled the dress back on, and slid on the stockings as she sat on the bed. Eric strolled in and she glanced up and stopped breathing. He was dressed in a black suit with a steel gray shirt that was perfectly altered to him, with a black tie. His eyes seemed brighter against the dark colors and she stared at him silently. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "Are you okay?"
"You look…breathtaking. I don't think I can pull it off going out with you." Genevieve murmured, and he held out his hand to her. She took it and stood, slipping the shoes on and finding herself a few inches taller as she smiled. She gazed up at him and he let his eyes roam over her body as she blushed. She glanced down and he lifted her chin gently with one hand.
"You're stunning." Eric told her softly, and she locked eyes with him. His feelings coursed through her and she picked them apart as she looked at him. He was fearful, happy, and she picked up that he was nervous as well. She figured the whole situation must make him a little jumpy, since she was ready to fall apart at the thought of going away from the house at night. "You will be the most beautiful woman in the room tonight."
"Thank you." Genevieve told him, leaning up to brush his lips with hers. He cupped her chin tightly as he kissed her again, and she shivered. "I know that we just had each other a lot, but…."
"There is later." Eric told her, and she felt hid tongue tease her lips open gently. "Let's go on our first date, Genevieve."
"Shit. That makes a girl feel good about herself." Genevieve said, blushing deeply. They left the house and he took her hand securely as they walked to his car.
"Our time together has not been very traditional." Eric assured her softly, and she gazed at him as the events coursed through her mind. There was so much danger and deep tragedy that had happened over a short time, and she shook her head as a something changed in the air. He sensed it as well, and she met his gaze as his eyes darkened. "I do love you."
"I love you." Genevieve replied, but her heart was sinking as she said it. He quietly drove them to one of the best restaurants in Shreveport, and she looked at the candlelit dining room as he handed the keys to the car to the valet. He took her hand again as they walked in, and she shook her head slightly at the way the staff jumped when he walked in. He had a lot of power in the area, and it really hit her at that moment. She bit her lip and glanced at him as they walked to their table. She felt the eyes on them but she only saw him and the way that he looked at her. They were taken to a semi private corner table, and he took his seat as her chair was pulled out for her by the host. Genevieve looked around in admiration, reminded of her life back in New York for a moment. Eric saw her wistful smile and stared at her curiously.
"What is it?" Eric asked her, taking her hand across the table and stroking it gently. "You look a little sad."
"It just reminds me of New York a little bit." Genevieve replied, and looked at him. "We dined at some great places."
"If they had money, why were you struggling so much when you arrived here?" Eric asked her, and she looked at him as she tried to remember if she had told him that. She realized that he could have asked around about her too, and she shrugged as she fought to find the strength to speak.
"They went deeply into debt paying for my college, singing coach, and various other things. They gave me so much in life, and were burying themselves. My father lost his job due to the economy a few months before he died, and things just got worse. When they were…..killed, much of the money went to their debt and I only had a little bit left. I managed to get a storage for our things there that I kept and move here, but I had to get a job right away." Tears slid down Genevieve's cheeks slowly, and she blinked them away. "I am not angry with them for it. They tried hard to keep me happy."
"I'm sorry, love." Eric told her, and she glanced up at the waiter came to take their drink order. Eric ordered a True Blood, and she chose the house red wine after looking for a second. "I would like for you to let me take care of you now."
"I don't want to be dependant on you like that, Eric." Genevieve told him, and she stared at him as her wine was placed in front of her. "I like working, and you have worked so hard for what you have. I was barely comfortable with taking this dress." Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. "It's gorgeous by the way. Thank you. I never told you that."
"You told me by looking so beautiful in it." Eric assured her, and she shook her head at him.
"Eric, us being together is somewhat disastrous." Genevieve told him softly, and he gazed at her with concerned eyes. "You could lose….everything and I could….." She shook her head. "We are fucked, so to speak."
The waiter came to take her order and she stared at the menu, realizing that she had not even picked it up. She picked the grilled salmon and a house salad, and then they were alone again. "I know all of that, Genevieve." Eric said, and he looked around the room. "I am concerned about the next confrontation as well. I want to protect you, but I did poorly at that before."
"You could not play me off as….what you did the last time?" Genevieve asked, unwilling to say the word. "Not if we were caught again."
"I could not, nor would I. I would have to fight for you." Eric told her, and she shuddered. Losing Eric would destroy her, and she felt tears in her eyes. "I could probably handle her, love. I am years older and stronger, but I would pay for what I did."
"I know." Genevieve said, and shook her head. "I can't let you do that for me." She wiped her eyes and gazed at him. "This is a hell of a first date, isn't it?"
"I am with you. It's enough." Eric told her, and she watched her salad appear in front of her. She was hungry despite her emotions, and she picked up her fork. She took a bite and chewed it slowly. "How is it?"
"I have not eaten food this good in awhile." Genevieve told him honestly, and smiled wanly.
"You deserve to. You deserve so much, lover." Eric told her, and she looked at him lovingly. "I love the way your eyes shimmer when you look at me like that." She blushed again and took another bite, and sipped at her wine slowly. The salmon was better than the salad, and she memorized the flavor of every bite. Merlotte's was comparable to cat food after eating here. She pushed the plate away when it was nearly empty, and sighed. Eric had been quietly observing her, and she sipped her wine slowly again. She realized that she may never eat here like this again, nor be on a date with him again. She looked down at the table, and let logic take over for a brief moment.
"Eric….." Genevieve began, but he moved his chair beside her and she glanced up at him.
"I feel your emotions, lover. Don't say it." Eric told her, and leaned down to kiss her lips lightly. "I know you think it is best if you leave me, but we would both be unhappy. I do not do well without you." He rested a hand on her leg and slid his fingers along her leg just under the tablecloth, and she took a deep breath. "I planned on taking you out last night after you arrived at the bar, and telling you how much I loved you. What happened was repulsive and I would take it back if I could. It did make me realize how deeply I do care for you, and I need you to know that." He took his other hand and reached into his pocket slowly as his eyes burned into hers with a deep intensity. He rested a small jewelry box on the table, and she stared at it with wide eyes. "I want you to be mine forever, Genevieve. I have never known someone to hold me so tightly in their grip before." She was having a very hard time breathing as she stared at the cream colored box, and he moved her chin to meet his eyes. He opened the box in one fluid movement, and she stared at him as he took both of her hands in his. "Will you be mine forever?"
"Is this a marriage proposal?" Genevieve gasped, and he smiled.
"Not in this state, but yes. I am telling you that I want you to live with me and share my life with me." He took the ring out and gazed at her, his eyes both pleading and curious at the same time. She bent her head as the tears flowed, and nodded fiercely. He slid the ring onto her ring finger, and she reached her arms around his neck and she leaned into him.
"We're burying ourselves." Genevieve murmured, and he stroked her hair gently. "I love you so much, Eric." She pulled away after several moments and gazed at her finger in stunned silence. It was a beautiful ring that suited her style perfectly. It was a center diamond that was big but not gaudy, with small diamonds on the side of it that got smaller as they traveled down the ring. It shimmered beautifully in the light, and she turned it different ways and she smiled. How was it that she had gotten so much so fat in such a short amount of time?
"Do you like it?" Eric asked her, and his hand went back to her leg almost automatically. She nodded and gazed up at him with watery eyes and he leaned down just enough to brush her lips gently with his. He slid his hand up and she shuddered as his lips demanded more of hers the second time. "I did have another idea, if you would be open to it."
"What?" Genevieve asked, focused on his lips and what his touch was doing to her.
"I would like to turn you." Eric whispered against her mouth, and she sucked in her breath.
"Is that part of the deal?" Genevieve's voice was breathless, and he met her lips lightly. "Do I have to give the ring back if say no?"
"It would make you strong and a viable opponent should we meet her again. She would not be pleased, of course, but she could not hurt you nearly as bad that way."
"What if you get tired of me? A marriage of several years is a long time, but eternity is the real deal."
"I never would." Eric assured her, and kissed her harder. "I crave your touch and your words too much. I need you beside me, Genevieve."
"Would it hurt?" Genevieve asked, her voice shaking a little.
"Not anymore than what I do now. I would make it as easy as possible, but you would be amazing after the process is done." Eric promised her, and she felt him smile. "You would be my finest creation."
"Let me think about it." Genevieve told him, and slid her own hand up his leg. "It does not have to be tonight, right?"
"I would love it if it was." Eric told her, tensing as she stroked his thigh. "But, no." He kissed her deeply, holding nothing back despite where they were. She moaned against his tongue as he ravaged her, and he slid his hand above the elastic of her stocking. They both heard someone talking as they walked up to the table, and Genevieve looked down as Eric gazed at the waiter with cool eyes.
"I am very sorry, Sheriff. Your bill." It was placed on the table, and Genevieve felt his hands begin to roam up. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes, feeling like it was so wrong to do here yet yearning for it so much.
"Eric, we can't…."
"I will take care of this and we'll take it elsewhere." His voice whispered into her ear, and she nodded as she leaned her head forward. She was a little embarrassed by her behavior, yet found it him so addicting. She looked up as he handed the folder to the waiter, and he pulled her up gently. Her legs were shaking slightly, and she gazed down at the floor as they left the building. He turned to her as they stood outside for a moment, and she gazed up at him with heavy eyes. He pulled her to him slowly, and she saw a question in his eyes. "So when are you moving in?"
"Yeah, I reckon this ring will make that announcement for me." Genevieve said, raising her eyebrows. She let him kiss her, and was glad when his lips lingered on hers. She heard some voices, but was so focused on him that she paid no attention until he turned around to suddenly face somebody.
"I suggest that you not speak about the lady in such a manner." Eric's words were heavier with his rage behind them, and she could see his face set in anger. "You will deal with me if you choose to." She shuddered at how threatening he could be, and she glanced forward to see a group of three men staring at him in shock. She thought that she recognized them from Merlotte's but was not sure, and she looked back to Eric with confusion in her eyes. "Leave now." They hurried away down the street and Genevieve looked at them and back to him.
"What just happened?" Genevieve asked him, and he gazed at her with a protective gaze.
"They recognized you from Merlotte's. They called you a fangbanger among other things." Eric told her, his voice even as she recognized his rage. "I will not let anyone speak of you that way again." He took her hand and led her to the car, and she gazed at him with a mixture of fear and admiration. He opened her door for her, and stroked her cheek gently before she got into the car. "I love you, Genevieve."
"I love you." Genevieve told him, and slipped into the seat as he walked around to his side. She watched him as he drove, and let her hand rest on his leg. "Are we going home?"
"Yes, if that's okay. I am kind of irate right now, though we could do something else if you prefer." Eric murmured, staring forward at the road.
Genevieve slid her hand up to his thigh and smiled. "I don't mind. We have something to celebrate."