Hello my darlings! I'm sooo sorry I couldn't update sooner, but I was working all day. I had trouble writing this chapter, don't know why. Hopefully it doesn't bore you loll I know it's a bit short, but I'll try to make the next one longer :)
Enjoy! Btw I had some comments about the curse, the way I see it is the distance doesn't matter all that much mostly because I believe it varies on the state of mind Eric and Sookie are in. They will come to realise eventually that they can influence how far apart they can be.
Also, I wanted to explain something about my Eric. IMO, the Eric from TB is a lot more modern than the one from SVM and I do like that improvement to the character that AB did. Indeed, I found it somewhat strange that a man who has lived through centuries did not adapt better to the cultural changes such as the vocabulary and such. I'm not criticizing CH's work (I mean I'm in complete awe of it), but I must admit I prefer a more modern and edgy Eric (Alexander Skarsgard is one yummy piece of cake :)). So yeah, my Eric is a sort of mix between the one from the cocky TB one and the somewhat more tender one from the SVM.
Reviews are as always welcomed! I lurve them :)
xoxoxoxoxoxo enjoyy!
When I awoke the next morning, I was alone in my bed. I gave and early call to Sam and explained the situation to him as best as I could without sounding completely crazy. Which I probably did anyways, but whatever, he agreed, pleased to be of some help to me. So I was good to work only the night shifts. With Eric in the bar, watching me. God, life was a pain in the ass, sometimes.
I found that I could actually move all around the first floor with Eric sleeping in the hidey hole but the moment I tried to go down the first steps of the porch, I found that I couldn't go any further. It was as if I had an invisible leash tying me to Eric. This was really going to be bloody annoying. I retreated back to the kitchen where I immediately felt better. The proximity with Eric seemed to soothe me, whilst every time I tried to get away from him, it was as if someone was sucking energy out of me. The curse rendered me incapable to take myself away from me. That would please the smug bastard, I could swear it.
I ate breakfast and then decided to clean the house. If I couldn't go anywhere, I might as well do some cleaning. I found that scrubbing every single inch of my kitchen and living room kept my thoughts away from all my troubles. Which were quite numerous at the time being... That kept me busy all afternoon and I stopped only once to fix myself a quick lunch. After cleaning the entire first floor, I read for a while one of the books Eric had gotten for me and realised the sun was soon going to set. I felt filthy after the whole cleaning frenzy and decided to take a bath. It was quite awkward relaxing in the bubbly water with Eric just a few feet away, sleeping in my closet. After my bath, I dried my hair and dabbed on some makeup. My being on house-arrest didn't mean I had to look neglected. I put on a nice skirt and a tank and returned to the kitchen where I was cooking when a pair of arms around my waist surprised me.
'Jesus Christ! You scared me half to death!' I yelped, spinning around to stare at him.
'Let me make up for that.' He whispered, cupping my chin for a quick chaste kiss on my lips. I felt my stomach flutter and my heartbeat quickened as a warmth spread between my thighs. Damn him and his mouth. I pulled back, my eyes closed, trying to regain control of the situation.
'It's not because you're in my house that you get to act as my boyfriend.' I muttered to him once my breathing had returned to normal. The man always managed to render me as consistent as a pile of putty. I gazed at his beautiful features and noted for the first time he was only wearing jeans. Nothing else. And boy did he have a nice chest.
'I could hardly be a boyfriend' he snickered, sniffing curiously at the food that was slowly cooking in my pan. He was right. He was nothing of a boy. And he was not friendly. He was just a lustful undead Viking.
'So what do you want to do tonight?' I asked, curious. What did he do of his evenings when he was cursed by witches and had to drag a human with him everywhere?
'You don't have plans?' He asked, smirking. 'Not taking the dog for a walk, are we?' He teased. Werewolves and Vampires did not have such a good relationship. And Eric was a smug possessive bastard of a Vampire.
I frowned and turned back to my chicken breast which were now almost ready.
'It would be quite complicated with you in tow now, wouldn't it?' I replied, glancing at him over my shoulder. He was now sitting at the table, playing with my salad.
'Do you mind?' I said, snatching it away from him. 'I actually intend to eat that.' I muttered, annoyed. Did the man have no manners at all?
'It smells repulsive.' He said, smiling at me. I threw him the tablecloth and turned back to my pan, putting my chicken in a plate before sitting at the table with him.
'Blood smells repulsive.' I countered.
'Not yours.'
'Part fairy, remember?' I said, haughty. I took a huge forkful of salad and pointedly shoved it in my mouth. 'Dee-licious.' I teased.
'If you say so. I'd rather eat your tablecloth.' Eric replied, amused.
'What would happen if you ate some normal food? Would it turn to ash in your mouth?' I questioned, remembering some things I had read in books about vampires.
Eric cocked his head to the side, stifling a laugh.
'Not quite. It just tastes awful and doesn't satisfy us in any way.'
'When was the last time you had any?' I asked. I chewed on my chicken, downing it with a gulp of Coca-Cola.
'I can't remember. A few centuries ago I guess. Now what's with all the questions?'
'Well if we're to spend all that time together, I figured it'd be good for me to know you better.' I replied. His company was quite entertaining I found. And it was good to have someone to speak to after the last few weeks I had spent mourning my relationship with Bill.
'Alright. Can I ask you some questions too?' I realised for the first time how unlike his usual self he was around me. I strangely liked him more for that. He seemed to be truly interested in anything I had to say and observed my every move with interest, as if he'd never watched a human that closely.
'Sounds fair.' I said. 'Me first. Why won't you put on a shirt?' I bit my lower lip, playful.
'Because you like the view.' He replied, arrogant. 'When was the first time you dreamt of me?'
The man was playing tough, I thought. I decided to be honest.
'The night after you tricked me into sucking those bullets out of your chest.'
'What did you dream about?' He had inched closer to me, his hands on mine on the table. I was suddenly not hungry at all. Not for food, anyways. His hair fell on his forehead in the sexiest way. And he was simply gorgeous. I almost forgot to breathe.
'That's two questions.' I finally responded, gazing at our joined hands.
'I never liked playing fair.' Eric said.
'Why does that not surprise me?' I asked, amused. 'Why did you want me to suck those bullets out?' I asked him.
'Because I've wanted to possess you the moment I saw you at Fangtasia and I knew that if you'd had my blood, I could find out for sure if I stood a chance.' He replied, blunt as ever.
'Possess me...' I giggled. 'No one possesses me.'
His hand suddenly cupped my chin and he brought my face closer to his, staring with interest at my eyes. His thumb was caressing my lips and my jaw line. I almost purred in delight. What the hell was wrong with me?
'You're too wild to be possessed. I only hope you'll let me tame you one day.' His voice was like liquid velvet. 'My turn.' He said, his voice a low growl. My skin was now hot and my panties were wet from my arousal. My libido was skyrocketing every single time his skin touched mine. I could always blame it on my recent abstinence. He was going to be the end of me. I suddenly blushed when I realised that my arousal surely was no secret to him with the bond connecting us since I could clearly feel his lust. The sudden flow of blood to my cheeks seemed to hypnotise him and I saw his fangs drawn. I waited, eagerly, for his next question.
'Do you want to fuck me, Sookie?' He asked, gazing at my through his half closed lids. I almost whimpered and pulled away so his skin was no longer touching mine. I stood up abruptly, shoving my plate in the sink and opening the fridge.
'Care for a True Blood?' I said, my breathing shallow. He grinned, like a cat that ate the cream and nodded, silently. I popped the bottle in the microwave and pointedly looked at the counter while it warmed. I did not hear him stand until he was pressed against my backside, his erect length on my lower back. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed it out of his way, nuzzling my neck.
'I'm still waiting for your answer, Miss Stackhouse.' He breathed on my neck. I gasped and held on the counter for dear life. My mind was flooded with images of us going at it on my counter, on my kitchen table, on my couch, on my bed, up against the wall. Sweet Jesus.
'What do you want me to say?' I sighed, grabbing the now perfectly warmed bottle of True Blood. 'Your drink's ready.' I whispered, his mouth still sending shivers down my spine. He took the bottle and leaned against the opposite counter, drinking his True Blood. His erection was quite apparent with his tight jeans and I had to concentrate to look away.
'What do you want to do tonight?' I asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
'We could have sex on your kitchen table.' He suggested, grinning.
'Oh for crying out loud!' I snapped, storming out of the kitchen and grabbing my book. I sat in an armchair and pretended to read.
'What exactly are you doing?' He asked, a hint of a smile in his voice.
'I'm reading, you dimwitted cowboy.' I replied, eyeing him suspiciously.
'With your book upside down?' He pointed.
'What's it to you anyways? Don't you have anything useful to do except being a pain in the ass?' I asked him, my nails digging in the fabric of the couch.
'We could test the curse; see how far we can go. Could be useful.' He said, serious.
I stood up and followed him out the door into my backyard.
'Now what?' I asked him, shivering.
'Walk as far as you can.' He ordered. Once I was a good few meters away from him, I found myself incapable of going further. He seemed lost in his thoughts and I waited for his approval to move.
'What about flying?' I asked him, surprising him.
He came back to stand next to me and hovered up into the sky. He was about fifteen meters over me when I suddenly felt my feet leave the ground. Oh Lord.
'ERIC!' I yelped, trying to balance myself. He stared down at me and in the bat of my eyelids, I was cradled in his arms, safely on the ground.
'We can't physically part.' I muttered to him, stating the obvious.
'Want me to take you for a flight?' He offered.
'I'm afraid of heights.' I admitted, enjoying our proximity.
'Just don't look down. Keep your eyes on mine.' He whispered, holding me closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his hips for support and my arms around his muscular neck. We could have passed for lovers, entangled like this. I shrugged that thought away and let Eric take flight. The feeling was incredible. It was like floating freely in a pool but without the weight of the water pressing me down. There was no more up or down, just freedom all around. I laughed gleefully, remembering not to look down. We hovered above my house for a few minutes than he took us over to Bill's. I finally glanced down, curious. I almost fainted. We were very high. I whined in fear and he grabbed my chin to look me in the eyes.
'I won't drop you. Don't worry.' He said. 'Trust me.'
I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck and let him fly us back towards my house and the safety of the ground. The moment he let me go, I started shivering again and he noticed it.
'Come here.' He whispered, his voice husky with desire. I took a tentative step towards him and he wrapped his arms around me, his big hands lost in my hair. I felt good and safe in his arms. I placed a tentative kiss on his cool skin and he growled. Standing on the tip of my toes, I placed a kiss on his lips, sliding my tongue on his fangs. He bent me backwards to capture my lips, bruising them with his strength and hunger. I didn't mind one bit and moaned in his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair. I let go of his mouth and trailed kisses down his neck towards his bare chest. I gently nibbled his nipple and I felt him tense against me, his erection now pressed against my stomach.
'Bite me.' He hushed, pressing my mouth urgently against his chest. I looked up at him, unsure. 'Please.' He whispered. God did I want to do him.
I bit down as hard as I could, drawing blood from him and making him curse in his native language. I almost pulled back but he pressed my head to his chest once more. So I gulped down two mouthfuls of his delicious blood before returning to his lips. He licked his blood off my lips, groaning.
I finally stepped back, trying to catch my breath. I felt warm all over and wanted to kiss him some more.
He smiled his slow, lust filled grin at me, his eyes glazed with desire, and then, he suddenly looked up, alert. I could hear the slow buzz of a dozen minds around us, hiding in the shadows of the surrounding forest.
'Fucking weres.' He simply hissed before grabbing me and dashing towards the house.