Here's my recent chapter, an Eric's POV. My first idea was to have Sookie and Natércia meeting here, but I decided that it would be better to first see it through Sookie's eyes (next chapter). And then, a Natércia's POV! Would you like it? Anyway, as usual: these are not my characters, they belong to Charlaine Harris; and all the beta-support was given by the awesome Charhamblin. I hope you'll enjoy the chapter, Célia
Eric "All Talk, No Action"
I loved Sookie. I did. And I still do. There was no doubt about it. It had taken me too much time (too much damn time) to admit it to myself but I was now absolutely sure of it. And I loved Liz as well. And I had no problem saying that to them. Actually, I was proud that I had become someone with such deep feelings. But outside of our little circle of friends, outside of our home, I had to keep the no-feelings SOB vampire Sheriff aura around me. I had to. My safety and their wellbeing too were on the line and it all depended on the fact that others feared me. If I was to be seen as a fragile vampire, with human feelings, I would be exposed to ridicule on the spot; but much worse than that, I would be attacked quickly too. And if others knew that I loved Sookie and Liz as much as I did, they would be used as leverage to control me. And I could not allow that. I would not allow that.
Yes, you must believe me: it was not that I was ashamed of Sookie. Hell, it was quite the opposite. I was absolutely proud of her. And I was always showing everybody that she was mine and I was always making sure that people knew that I would kill for her if I had too. But I just couldn't let other vampires know the kind of relationship we had or the power that Sookie and Liz had over me. Because if people knew it, my family would be used against me and I would be blackmailed over their safety for sure.
So, yeah, I did love Liz as my own daughter. And I did love my wife. And our marriage. Even though Sookie was always calling it just living together.
Pam, on the other hand, used to call it an "equal partnership" kind of relationship.
And she was always saying that we were doing the right thing, because "equal partnership fosters closeness between husband and wife, or life partners, resulting in a stronger and happier marriage", Pam's words. Or rather, words from Pam's magazines or books or… whatever. Well, if that was true or not, I didn't know. But I did feel better about myself now that I was with Sookie than I had ever felt, and I actually loved to share my thoughts and feelings with her. Me! Sharing things! Having feelings! Can you imagine? But it was true!
So, I didn't know about the formal name of our kind of relationship, but I did know that we talked a lot with each other. Besides, I had my rules, she had hers and somehow we always managed to meet in the middle. And how did we manage that? Well, I had made lots of concessions to Sookie's rules (the absence of a blood bond was one of them); but Sookie had also bended her attitude and reaction to a few of my rules (she accepted whenever I told her that something or somewhere wasn't safe enough, for instance, and she now understood that there were some things that I couldn't bloody tell her, even if I wanted to, for her own safety – and she was okay with it). Yes, Pam might have been correct, because "equal partnership" sounded just right.
But even if we were okay with it (hell, we were much more than okay with it; we were happy together), it had to be known just among ourselves. Others, especially vampires, mustn't know about how frequently I gave in to Sookie.
The thing was: vampires did not understand the "equal" concept. Our society had always been, and would always be, based in a system of social stratification and societal restriction, much similar to the Indian caste system. We had always lived and believed in that caste structure, where power, strength and age went hand in hand. The older were more powerful and so had absolute control over the younger. The children obeyed their masters. Regular, non-official vampires complied with Sheriffs who abided by Kings. And that was among vampires!
If you were to consider humans… well, then there was not even a question about who was in charge. I mean… humans were just food to us. It would be like being in a relationship with a… pork chop or a lettuce. I mean, impossible. Well, not really impossible. There was actually one other way if a human was willing (or thought that he was willing) to have a relationship with a vampire. And what way was that? Well, as pets. Yes, other than sustenance or nourishment, humans might also be seen as pets. Or rather, as just pets. And they, obviously, had to obey (completely and utterly obey) their owners. A human-pet was a human that a vampire would keep close by for a considerable amount of time. And those pets were kept for companionship and a vampire's enjoyment, as opposed to just a feed and fuck. The most popular reasons to keep a human-pet were for their loyal or playful characteristics, for their attractive appearance, or just to have some warm blood at the vampire's disposition at all times.
And Sookie was so not a pet. I was grateful that she kept me close by her, and not the other way around. But we were an exception. Personal relationships between humans and vampires were not like ours. And they usually fell into the "feed and fuck" or "pet" categories.
Yes, since the Great Revelation we had increased our businesses with humans and there were all kind of deals and contracts between the two species. But a personal relationship with a human? A personal prolonged relationship with a human? Not so much – except, like I said, as pets.
Well, I would say that a few of the young vampires, namely those turned after the Great Revelation, or just a few years before that, might look at a human and see a person. But the rest of us? Absolutely not! And as you would get older and older, the more you would see them as just a feed or a pet. And Natércia was definitely included in those who saw humans just as walking and talking blood bags. And if I was to be truthful, so did I. Not everyone, of course – there were the one or two valid humans amongst the poll. But most humans were really so young, so petty and so stupid that seeing them as intelligent creatures was really tough. Sookie stood out, obviously. She was like an oasis on the fucking desert. I was just hoping Natércia would see her that way.
Of course that, as a Sheriff, I could prohibit her from coming into my Area. Or even Louisiana all together, for that matter, because the other Sheriffs obeyed me. But Nat was my friend. And even though I was worrying about her reaction towards Sookie, I still kind of wanted her to visit. I wanted to show Natércia that I was a new vampire and I was confident that, as soon as the first shock from meeting Sookie would pass, Nat would be happy for me, because I was happy too.
Anyway, on the night when I told Sookie that Nat was visiting, I then went to Fangtasia. I had several problems to attend to because De Castro had decided that he needed the New Orleans' Sheriff in Nevada with him, and so I was managing that Area as well. After a few hours of cleaning vampires' mess, I left Fangtasia and went home. You can't believe the fucking problems that one single video of a vampire feeding in public on a human still raised; and New Orleans had dozens of stupid vampires living there… you know, the whole Anne Rice thing apparently attracted all kind of brainless vampires.
But, as I was saying, as soon as I left the bar, I drove home. When I arrived, I checked both my girls (and my new dog), who were sleeping, before I went to my basement bedroom and died for the day. Natércia would be arriving on the following night, and I really wanted a good day sleep so I would wake up rested.
And I did wake up rested. But I didn't wake up alone. And if you think that I woke up with a sexy and naked Sookie, you're wrong. I mean, Sookie was there, and she was always sexy; but she wasn't naked and she wasn't just by herself either.
In fact, that next night, I woke up to the voice of a child and the feeling of tiny hands grabbing and shaking my arm, trying to wake me up.
"What about now, mom? Is it time already?" Lizzie asked right before I started moving and opening my eyes. Why was Liz there? Had Sookie changed her mind about letting Elizabeth see me dead? Well, apparently she had. But why? I was suddenly brought back from my thoughts, to my present situation when, as soon as I opened my eyes, Liz immediately kissed my cheek and hugged my neck.
"Dad, you were really, really, really, really sleeping," she said.
For the last three or four months, she had developed this annoying, annoying, annoying habit of repeating the same word several times in the same sentence. At first we were kind of worried, and Sookie even took her to her pediatrician because of it. But he explained to us that it was not any disease like Palilalia, when one repeats or echoes one's own spoken words. According to Liz's doctor, it was just a little speech "quirk" that would pass as soon as Lizzie got tired of it. And so, as soon as we knew that there wasn't any development problem with Liz, we calmed down and started to see it with different eyes.
And Sookie absolutely hated it. But I thought it was funny. It was completely child-like, and I always felt privileged that I was having my second shot at parenthood (and this time I would stay around). Besides, it bothered Sookie and I liked to tease her with it. And that was why before I answered Liz, I smiled at her words.
"Yes, I was, baby," I said looking at both Liz and Sookie. And you know what? It was great to wake up to them both there, in my basement room. Okay, Sookie alone naked was pretty good too; but waking up with both Liz and Sookie was great as well.
But I was really confused too. Sookie and I had talked about it, and we had concluded that Liz, at 7 years old, was still too young to see me dead. Or rather, we didn't conclude that – it was more like I hadn't been able to convince Sookie that Liz wouldn't have a problem with it.
"You're witty, witty when you sleep," Liz said at the same moment that she started giggling, "mom even let me put a little bit of water in your neck, but you kept sleeping. Really, really sleeping," she added smiling and whispering, with a tone of voice that showed me that she knew that putting water in my neck was a bad deed.
"Yes, I was really, really sleeping," I answered her, imitating her high voice tone. I then grabbed Liz and pulled her to the middle of the bed and started tickling her face with my hair. She loved when I grabbed a lock of hair and used it as a brush on her face.
"You're funny when you speak like me, dad," she said laughing. I was her personal clown. But I didn't have a problem with it. I loved to be Lizzie's clown.
"Ohh, I'm funny, you say," I told her while I tickled her, now with my hands, and she kept laughing.
But just a few minutes after that, Liz was ready to leave us, "I'm going upstairs now, okay? Nike's all by himself, and he might need something or even be afraid to be alone," she said and immediately left after kissing me and her mother. Nike! The dog was the only thing that she had thought about for the last month, since Christmas. It was "Nike did this", "Nike did that", "Nike likes it", "Nike doesn't like it"… You know something? Both Sookie and I were already kind of jealous of Nike.
As soon as we heard the door closing behind Liz, Sookie walked towards the bed and took Lizzie's place, laying on it with me. Her face was thoughtful.
"Are you okay?" I asked her whispering.
She nodded and kissed me silently but didn't answer.
"You sure?" I insisted. I knew that I had told her some important stuff on the previous night about my past with Natércia. I hoped that Sookie understood that it all belonged in my past and that it wouldn't interfere with our present.
She nodded again and put her arm around my torso.
I knew that her mind was going at 500 miles per hour. I could almost hear her thinking and I knew that she wasn't okay. But I let her be. During the past two years, we had both learned how to give the other space. We did love each other as we hadn't ever thought possible, but we weren't conjoined twins and we didn't have to spend all out time together, nor share every single detail of our lives. Yes, we talked about a lot of things, but only when we wanted to. So I didn't insist anymore. I really wanted to know why she had changed her mind concerning Liz seeing me dead, though, but I'd give her time to tell me.
Therefore, we just stayed there, hugging in silence for a few more minutes.
"So…" she eventually started saying, "I remembered that you said that telling Ocella that you had already spent your days with me was what made him see how important I am to you…" Okay, so here it would come, the reason why; I nodded and she continued, "And that's why I decided that I want you to sleep with me upstairs. The room is light-secured, you slept there sometimes before we came to live here, and there's the alarm too, so it's safe as well…"
It was as if Sookie was trying to convince herself and not me. But then, she stopped talking and moved her eyes from my face to my shoulder. I knew she was unconsciously telling me that she was having difficulty continuing talking. She didn't want to tell me the real reason behind what had happened that evening. But I wouldn't let her off the hook. So I kept in silence as well. And that would break Sookie, as I had learned even before she had left to Tennessee. Sookie always felt uncomfortable when, in the middle of a conversation, there was a silence. She always felt the need to fill that void.
Pam's theory was that Sookie did it because with humans, that pause would give them the opportunity to think, and Sookie didn't want to hear their thoughts, and so she didn't give them too much time without speaking. Whereas I just thought that it was one more of the Sookienities that I had grown to love, and I just didn't care about the reason why.
But, no matter what the reason, keeping your silence always worked if you wanted to make Sookie talk. And soon, Sookie was speaking again: "And I talked to Liz. She already knows that you're a vampire. She knows you sleep all day. And today she saw you,"
I wanted to ask her why. But I figured I'd discover it without even without being so blunt about it. And instead, I just made her another question, "how did she react?"
"She only thought it was funny. She kept saying how she will paint your nails pink while you are sleeping next time you ground her."
"Okay," I answered. Sookie hadn't yet told me the true motive for all that. But, like I said, we had learned to give each other space and I knew that she'd tell me or perhaps show me with her behavior soon. And so, instead of pursuing the subject, I pulled her even closer to me and kissed her hard while my hands dropped from her back to her ass and upper legs – Sookie no longer used her short shorts (now I sounded like Liz… short shorts) with the same frequency that she once did. But even through her jeans' fabric, I could feel the smoothness of the skin in her legs and her warmness all around.
I started kissing her neck and one of my hands had just moved to her breasts when she asked me if I was hungry. And… was she kidding me? I was always hungry for her, so I said "mm hhm". Or better yet, I mumbled it because I was still kissing her neck. With Liz awake and close-by (although upstairs), we would have to be quiet, but we had managed it quite a few times already. In fact, the danger of possibly being caught was exciting. Besides, I knew that we had time for a quickie and I could feel her body temperature rising with each of my kisses. And so, when she offered me her wrist I just whispered in her ear "won't you like it best if I bite you when you are coming all over my cock, lover?"
I knew that she both loved and hated when I spoke to her like that. But between her love and hate, my words always made her horny. And her body temperature really was getting higher with each of my kisses.
But, strangely, she dismissed me in a second. "Oh, no. No way Eric. Later. Not now. You just have a taste now if you want, and then you must dress. I'm not in the mood. Besides, Lizzie might come in here and your friend is coming tonight."
Aw. Natércia's visit. It was not that she wasn't in the mood for sex, nor that Lizzie might come in there. It was Natércia. And that explained a lot. It explained her silence when she laid beside me on the bed; it explained the reason why she wanted Liz to see me dead, so I would start sleeping upstairs; and it explained the "no sex now".
Sookie was nervous because of Nat's visit. And yes, I was kind of nervous too, but I definitely didn't want Sookie to worry about it. So I just kept kissing her neck and her lips for a few more minutes, trying to take away her stress. When I figured that I wouldn't succeed and Sookie would stay nervous, I told her that I'd drink from her later and that we should go upstairs instead.
But then, she looked me with scared eyes. Why was she reacting that way? Was it because I hadn't taste her? Was she afraid that I didn't want her anymore? I had said that I would taste her later, because I really didn't need to have blood then. Did she think it meant I didn't want her somehow? Women!
I immediately told her that I had changed my mind and that I indeed wanted her blood. Smiling, she offered me her wrist again. I drank a mouthful from her and then I dressed and went upstairs.
Sookie was still very nervous, I could tell. But that did not prevent us from having a nice evening as a family, just the three of us. Well, with Nike too, obviously. Then, later, because 9 pm was Lizzie's bedtime, we went upstairs with her to make sure that she'd brush her teeth and to read her a story. And that night, it was a modern version of the Sleeping Beauty story where the prince was a singer in a famous pop group, who wanted to join another band, Sleeping Beauty's Band, and the "witch" was his manager, who wanted to prevent it and so she made Sleeping Beauty drink too much (I wondered if it was an alcohol-awareness program somehow)… Damn! We'd have to buy her the traditional version ASAP; that one was just too crazy for a 7-year-old.
Forty minutes later, Liz was already sleeping and Sookie and I were watching some stupid TV documentary downstairs about the everyday life of a group of freaking weres in a polygamous marriage in Northern Arizona. And just the fact that we were watching it, showed that neither of us had our mind right there and then, because otherwise we'd already have changed to another TV channel.
"Is your friend coming here? To our place?" Sookie suddenly asked me right before she changed to a Detectives' TV-show (but only because the polygamous weres' documentary had ended).
"Not tonight. I'll meet her at 4 am at Bloodbath. Then I'll drive her to the hotel; show her where she's going to stay. She might come here tomorrow or not at all. I don't know if Nat's going to want to visit our house or not,"
"Do you want her to meet me?"
"I don't know. Like I said, she's not properly nice with humans. But I want her to understand that I'm not the same vampire I was, and the best way to do it is for her to see how happy we are together," I said.
And I thought that it was a pretty good answer too. The kind of answer that would calm Sookie down. But when she didn't answer me, I tried again: "Sookie, she's my friend. She's obnoxious to most people, but she's my friend and I like her, and I also like to spend time with her. But like I said yesterday, that's just it. There's nothing more. There was in the past, but not anymore. I am with you now,"
She whispered an extremely quiet "I know that."
And screwing the "give her space" strategy, I bluntly asked: "If you know that, why the silent treatment? Did I do something? Or did something happen today? Or is this just because a friend of mine is visiting?"
"Everything's okay," she said, still whispering and still focused on the TV screen.
"No, it is not. Talk to me, lover. Tell me what's bothering you," I almost begged.
Sookie kept her eyes glued on the television for a couple of minutes, before she looked back at me and asked: "Will you spend the day at the hotel?"
She was jealous. It was just jealousy. And she was just being silly because there was no need for her to be jealous… But with reason or not, it would be up to me to show her that she had nothing to worry about. I moved towards her and I took her face in both my hands. We were looking each other on the eyes when I said with a serious and truthful tone: "Of course not. I'll spend the day here, with you."
And that did the trick. She calmed down on the spot. But she still wasn't smiling, so I used my hands to move her face towards me and I kissed her – first a shy little kiss, but then I deepened the kiss while I moved my hands to her waist and brought her to my lap. A few minutes later, when I decided that she had been properly kissed, I let her sit on the couch again.
An old Clint Eastwood and Meryl Streep movie was just starting and then we stayed there hugging and watching the movie for the next couple of hours. Once in a while, I'd kiss her hair and she kept one of her hands moving up and down my thigh the whole time. But soon, it was pouring rain in the movie, and Clint Eastwood's character, a photographer, was leaving Madison County while Meryl Streep, a housewife, was left crying for him, right next to her husband, who didn't have a clue that she was in love with the photographer. Francesca wondered if she should follow her heart and leave Madison County, or instead do what was expected of her, and stay with the man she had married but who she didn't love; and, at last, because she froze and didn't react either way, she saw Clint Eastwood's character standing and later driving away in the rain, without even a last word being spoken between them.
The credits were starting when I heard a big sigh from Sookie, but she still appeared calm after her little previous outburst. "Are you okay?" I asked again.
"Yes," she replied, whispering.
"You sure?" She didn't look okay.
"Huh, uh," she nodded and then proceeded to kiss me. And it was a good kiss. I mean, she was into it. So, maybe she was okay. But our kiss was soon interrupted by my phone ringing. A representative from Felipe de Castro, a vampire called Mark Sottomayor, and a couple of his aides, had just arrived at Fangtasia, and Clancy was telling me about it. I asked him if Sottomayor had asked for me and Clancy said that he didn't. So I told him to call Pam and ask her to go there and keep an eye on them for me.
Sookie was still with half her body on top of mine when, as soon as I ended the phone call, she asked if I had to leave then. And I did. Without the New Orleans' Sheriff, and with Natércia in Shreveport, I was sure that I would have less time to do the bars' work, and so I knew that I would have to work a little more that night to compensate it.
"Yes, I do. I'm sorry, Sookie."
"It's okay. It's past midnight already and I have to sleep too,"
But I didn't leave immediately. Instead, we kept kissing for a little while until she said: "Please, will you wake me when you get here?"
On week nights, Sookie didn't want to awake when I got home because she had to wake up very early herself because of Liz. So that was an unexpected request.
"I'm meeting Natércia at 4. I'll come back late, lover," I answered her.
"I don't care. Just wake me, okay? I want to know that you're home with me. And besides, you're sleeping upstairs tonight, right?"
I told her that she could bet that I was sleeping upstairs, and that I would wake her for sure, which granted me another kiss. And another. And another. And after we kissed again for a few more minutes, I finally left.
Almost five hours later, I was in my Bloodbath's office when Natércia entered it. She was dressed quite uncharacteristically, with some light blue jeans and a baby pink t-shirt. Nat was almost always a formal-clothes kind of gal, but that style looked great on her too.
All the patrons and staff had already left and we were just by ourselves. I quickly wondered how she had entered into the building, because its doors should be closed, but I said nothing about it. Nat closed the door of my office behind her.
"You are late. You said you'd be here at 4. It's past 5 am now and the sun will rise at 6.30," I said.
"I was detained by a lovely meal," she said smiling.
I could tell she had had blood recently. Her checks were almost rosy. She looked great in her light colored clothes, which contrasted with her long, dark hair.
"You are late nonetheless," I said while I left the chair behind my desk and walked in Natércia's direction.
"What a shitty greeting Eric," she said laughing out loud, before she closed the distance between us and almost attacked my mouth with her lips and my neck and shoulders with her arms.
Something instinctual in me recognized the wrongness of it and made me push her kiss away, but Nat was as strong as I was, and she kept glued to me. And then some other instinct in me recognized her smell and her lips after thousands of nights together, and I grabbed both her waist and her hair with my hands, and I kissed her back. Nat was almost feral in her kissing and she clutched to me like she wanted to possess me. And, I'm afraid, I did the same. I didn't need to be careful with Natércia, she was as tough as I was and I could be myself with her, and for a couple of minutes it felt great to be able to kiss and hug her will all my strength. But suddenly, Sookie's image crossed my mind and I recognized what I was doing (the huge mistake of what I was doing) and I ended the kiss.
"Come, I'll show you your hotel," I said moving us out of the bar and keeping a safe distance from Nat. Shit! I had kissed her back. Fuck. I hadn't intended on doing anything like that. How the fuck had I kissed her back? Why the fuck had I done it? Shit! I hadn't wanted to do it. I swear, I didn't want Nat like that again. It was just that… Well, it didn't matter that I called Nat my best friend. She was much more than that. We had had an 800-year-old romantic relationship. It was almost like an "open marriage"… We had always been there for each other, while still being able to sleep with other people too. Yes, Nat and I were a lot more than "best friends." Or rather, we had been. We weren't anymore. And we wouldn't be anymore. Now I was with Sookie. And I wanted to be with Sookie. Just Sookie. I'd have to stay away from Natércia and also tell her all about Sookie. Like: now.
"Hotel? Won't I stay at your place?" Nat asked moments later, when we entered her car. She gave me the car keys and I sat behind the wheel without saying a word and without even a second thought about it, because I knew that she hated to drive. Nat hadn't asked me to do it and I hadn't offered. But I had moved towards the driver side, while she had walked towards the passenger's side. It was like… We just knew that it was our way. She hated driving, while I didn't mind. So I always drove. We didn't even need to talk about it. It was just… our way. And we had our way with everything; we always knew what the other wanted because we had already gone through everything with each other… Whereas Sookie and I were still trying to get into terms with each other. Sookie. I really needed to tell Nat about her.
But the strangest thing was that, even though I was sure that I loved Sookie much more than I loved Nat, and despite the fact that Sookie was my wife, I was feeling that I was cheating Nat with Sookie. Was that a fucked up situation, or what? Hell.
I decided to take the dive, and get it over with. I loved Sookie and I was with her now. And Nat should be told that. "No, you'll be staying at the hotel rather than my place. I… I have someone there," I quickly paused and then I added, "A human."
"A human? My, oh my! Eric Northman has a pet," Natércia said with a mocking laugh.
For obvious reasons, I had had many humans during my 1000 years of existence. But I had never been one to keep exclusive relationships with humans. They were just there, to be drunk from whenever I wanted. And I would almost always have them living in some place other than my house. So, I could see why Nat would tease me about having a pet. But the thing was: Sookie was definitely no pet. And I had to make Natércia understand it.
"It's not like that. We have been together for a while and I like her. And she's not a pet. She is important to me," I said. And it was the truth: Sookie was no pet. She was my wife and my family. She and Liz were the most important part of my life now.
"Of course she is," she answered. And you know what? A recording of Natércia's voice saying exactly that sentence with that tone of voice should be linked to every dictionary in the world, right next to the entry and the definition of "sarcasm".
"I mean it, Nat. We have been together for two years now. Her child lives with us too. I like them. A lot." I actually loved them, not liked them. But I had to tell Nat one thing at a time.
"How fucking cute, Eric. You have a fucking family," she answered. No mocking or sarcastic voice tone this time. It was more like… almost an "I'm not enjoying this conversation…. at all" voice tone.
"Yes, I do," I answered her immediately. It bothered me that she was calling "fucking family" to Sookie and Liz. But Natércia would always be Natércia and, even with her last voice tone, she was actually reacting to the news better than I was expecting. After all, she had arrived at Shreveport thinking that she'd be staying at my place with me, and I had just told her that she'd be sleeping alone at a hotel.
"Will I meet that… family of yours?"
"If you want… But you don't have to, if you don't." I said while I parked her car at the hotel's principal door. Continental Hotel was very close to Bloodbath and the drive there had taken even less than ten minutes.
"Are you kidding me? Of course I want to meet your human friends," she looked at me smiling and she licked her lips before she added, "Come here tomorrow at 8 pm to pick me up and tell your human I'll meet her at 2 am,"
I didn't answer right away and I just stared at her. Last time I had seen her, she had had her hair with curls, but that night it was straight. And it looked good on her. Besides, she was smiling at me. And I had always loved Nat's smiles. Actually, I had always loved that smile in particular. And I knew that smile. Very well. And I also knew what she meant with that "pick me at 8 pm and we'll arrive there at 2 am" discourse plus that smile. She was saying that she wanted me to fuck her for six hours nonstop and just after that we would go to my place.
Following the kiss from before, there was no way (absolutely no fucking way) I would be caught alone with Natércia in a hotel room. I did love Sookie and I really did not want to cheat on her. And I still hadn't figured out how the hell I had ended kissing Nat back when she arrived. Because, like I said, I loved Sookie. But Natércia and I? We went way back. Way, way back. We had spent thousands of nights together. And you can't just forget that from one moment to another. And after those thousands of nights, kissing Nat was something completely natural for me – I had done it millions of times. So… yeah, I wouldn't give her a chance to make me kiss her back again, let alone fuck her, so I just said, with the more serious voice tone I could muster: "I will pick you at 8 and we will meet her at 8.30. We can talk later, at Deadliest, if you want Nat,"
She just looked at me (she was no longer smiling) and she left the car without uttering a single word. I saw her enter her hotel and I nodded to a bellboy to come and pick her suitcase from the car, and I gave him her car keys.
I flown back to Bloodbath and then I drove my Porsche back home, I parked it and then I went to my room upstairs with Sookie. It would be great to start spending my days there, next to her and not in my basement room. I undressed and took a quick shower. I put on a t-shirt and boxers and then I laid beside Sookie under the bed sheets. I put my hand on Sookie's waist (she was sleeping with her back to me) and I woke her up with a whispered: "I am home, lover."
Still kind of sleeping, she asked if everything was all right and I told her yes. She then turned around on the bed, and moved towards me. She kissed my neck and started rubbing herself on my body. She only had her panties and a small top on and she smelled great, as always. So, getting turned on by her, right then and there, would be the easiest thing on the world. Except, it wasn't. And then, something unheard of happened when she touched my cock through my boxers to initiate sex: I didn't want to do it. That night, for the first time ever, I was all talk, no action. So I lied and told her it was just two minutes to dawn and we wouldn't have time, so we should just sleep. Still sluggish in her sleep, she was easy to convince to skip the sex. And so, she nodded, turned around again, with her back towards me, and she was sleeping again in one minute. Almost an hour later, at dawn, so was I.
So? What do you think about it? Eric turning down sex with Sookie? That must be a first in this website, right? Oh, and the movie they watched was "Bridges of Madison County", a 1995 American romantic drama film based on the best-selling novel of the same name by Robert James Waller. Anyway, I hope that you've enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for reading. Cheers from Portugal, Célia
"The Power Station Years" is an unofficial album released in the fall of 1999. It is a compilation of original demo songs cut by Jon Bon Jovi (then known by his birth name John Bongiovi) recorded at New York's The Power Station studio where he worked before later forming Bon Jovi in 1983 (my birth year). It includes the song "All Talk, No Action". It starts this way: "First time I saw you girl / I knew that it wouldn't be long / I tried holding back my feelings / But you came on so strong / No one told me about her / But I know they all knew / That I know all about the girls / That do the things you do / Cause you're all talk, no action / You're all talk, no action."