The Dance

by Lilliana Dearing

This is a new look at how I would have liked Sookie and Eric to have meet. It is a whole new take on them and their world. Sookie didn't meet him right after first meeting Bill, in fact she doesn't meet him until after the take-over and fairy war.

6. Chapter 6

Author's Notes:

Thank you as always for your reviews. They make this writer very proud. You all are the best. Enjoy the new chapter and don't forget to tell me what you think, be it good, bad, or indifferent.

All right I know I said Tuesdays would be update day, but I just couldn't resist updating early. I am really excited to see all of your reactions to this chapter. I was so excited that I couldn''t wait another day. I have been sitting on this chapter ready to go for 4 days already. 24 more hours seemed like death to me. hehe. I can't promise that I will do Mondays every week, but next week I definitely will. Seeings how the next chapters (for this story and my other story The Shadows of Doubt *cough shameless plug cough*) are already in my editors hot little hands getting poured over for errors.

Much love from the west coast,

Lilli

Chapter 6

Sometime later I awoke to the sounds of Justin singing about how he wants his sexy back. After a minute the song went away and I was just falling back to sleep when it started up again. I realize that it is my cell and only one person has that ringtone. I reach blindly through the pitch black of the room in the direction of the sound. My fingers eventually close around the slim hard plastic that was my cell phone. "Yeah," I murmur into the phone. It is a little grumpier then I would normally answer my phone, but it had been a long night and I am sure that my Gran would forgive this one instance of bad manners.

"Miss Stackhouse this is Angela Russell's day person. I'm sorry if I woke you but Russell left strict instructions that I call you with all of the details of when we would be landing. He even insisted that I use his cell to call you something about how you would never answer for anyone else if you were sleeping."

"Okay, so umm what time will you be getting in?"

"We will be landing at Shreveport air hanger in about two hours."

"Two hours?! What time is it?"

"It's three Miss."

"Great," I sigh deeply. "Well if I am going to be there on time I better get my butt up out of bed. Did you have anything else that Russell told you to tell me?"

"Well, he said wear something extra comfortable, something easy to take on and off. He said ya'll would be shopping after he rose for the evening."

"Alright fine, I will see you later then. Thank you Angela."

"It's my job ma'am. I will see you there."

"Mhm bye." Angela hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. Lordy, didn't anyone have manners anymore? I feel Eric's arm snake around my waist and pull me to him. "Who was that?" he asks sleepily.

I jump slightly. "Jesus Eric, you scared the hell out of me. Aren't you supposed to be, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world right now?"

"I can wake while the sun is up but it's hard to stay awake. Who was that on the phone?"

"Russell's day person telling me that they would be landing in two hours at the airport."

Eric kisses my neck softly. "Does that mean you have to get out of bed?"

"Yes honey if I have any hope of getting there on time I have to put my ass in gear and get ready."

"Mmkay, there is a note in the bathroom for you." And just like that he is back to sleep. I roll in his arms so that I am facing him. God he really was the most gorgeous example of manhood I had ever seen. I reach up and start to play with his beautiful golden locks. It was really amazing how his hair was the exact same color as mine. And it was so soft as well; you wouldn't think that a man's hair would be so soft. You wouldn't think that this manly man would take such good care of his hair.

I run my fingers down and along his chiseled jaw line and feel just the tiniest bit of stubble there, but instead of being harsh and rough it is just as soft as the hair on his head. How he managed that was a mystery; every man that I had ever encountered with a five o'clock shadow was always as rough as sandpaper. But not Eric, his was as soft as a feather. Well at least I will never have to worry about getting stubble burn on my body, because believe me that hurts. I only had to deal with it one time but it took forever to heal.

I let my hand travel further south to the hallow dips and curves of his collarbone and shoulders, even the cute little dip in his throat and the large bulge of his Adam's apple. Everything about him is like it is made just for me. If I had to picture a perfect man he would have looked just like this. I trace the outlines of his massive muscles on his arms and chest lightly. I can't believe how much of my ideal man he is. Everything about him is, for lack of a better term, perfect. Just lying here, touching him and thinking about how perfect he is, I find myself being incredibly turned on. I wish that I could just throw him down right now and ravage that beautiful body of his. I lightly kiss his chest and I hear him let out a low moan. "Sookie … not fair." I feel his lower body twitch to life.

"Can I help it if you are so gorgeous that I want to ravage you even in your sleep?" I try to roll away but Eric grips my waist tighter so that I can't move.

"I am that tempting?" He rolls his hips slightly, and I can feel his hard length grind against me. I moan softly.

"Oh yes," I say a little more breathy than I intended.

"That's good," he laughs. I can feel his arm relaxing around me as he is drifting back to sleep.

I nibble one quick hard bite on his ear and he growls softly at me. "I bet I can think of ways to keep you awake."

"It's not fair though, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I am barely able to move."

"Hmm… that could be fun," I laugh wickedly. I push gently on his shoulders so that he rolls onto his back. "You know, I bet I can think of ways to keep you awake just long enough." I straddle his waist and slowly run my tongue over those beautiful chest and stomach muscles. Eric growls a low grumble of sound that makes his muscles twitch and vibrate on my tongue. I can't help but giggle against his firm belly.

"Oh … just … you … wait… woman," he says sleepily.

I can't help but to laugh again and slowly take his long shaft into my mouth in one quick movement. The head of his large shaft hits the back of my throat, and I pull him out of my mouth just as quickly as I swallowed it down. Continuing to pump him gently, yet firmly, I say, "Oh, what is my big bad Vampire going to do to me? I kind of like this, you being at my total mercy."

I quickly climb his body and straddle him and notice my darling is already drifting back off to sleep. I tangle my hands in his hair and yank just the slightest bit. "Now now darling, no falling asleep before I am done." I slam myself down on him hard and quick, and Eric throws his head back and moans loudly.

"Fuck Sook." I quickly find my rhythm and I feel myself quickly approaching my orgasm. "Are you going to cum with me baby?" I whisper in his ear and nip it once hard.

"Oh Sookie." He flings his hands onto my hips and helps guide me back and forth quicker and quicker and just like that my walls tighten and I am thrown over the edge into blissful oblivion. "YES!" I scream my orgasm to heaven. As the last wave of my orgasm subsides Eric bucks his hips once and I feel his own orgasm pour into me. I kiss his cheek softly and say, "Thanks baby that was fun. I will see you tonight."

"You're … in … so…" but what I was in I never found out because he quickly drifted back off to sleep. I lean forward and kiss his cheek softly. "I love you baby." I climb off the bed and tuck him in nice and snug, I don't want my baby getting cold, and find my way to the bathroom. First things first I want to brush my teeth. I turn towards the huge double sinks that are sitting on the wall to my left and I see a huge bouquet of red tulips and roses sitting on the counter. How he managed to get tulips this time of year beats me but they are beautiful.

I inhale the fragrance deeply and they smell just as heavenly as they look. I always hate it when you buy flowers and they have no smell. Flowers should have some kind of scent. I was never quite sure why some flowers that you can buy in the store don't have a scent, but it never seems quite right that they don't smell. I haven't gotten a lot of flowers, but the few that I have always end up going the way of the garbage can because they don't smell like real flowers. Flowers aren't just meant to be beautiful.

Nestled in the flowers is a heavy parchment folded in half with my name in a large script. I pull the almost canvas-like parchment out of the bouquet.

My Darling Sookie,

By the time you read this no doubt I will be sleeping for the day. On the next page of this letter you will find the necessary codes in order to leave the estate. Please make yourself at home anything I have here is yours as well. In the garage you will find several different cars for you to use during the day. Might I suggest though that you use either the Hummer or Land Rover, seeing as you will be picking up Russell and his party today at the airport.

On the next page you will also find the address for the airport. I have a GPS system in all of my cars so you shouldn't have too many issues finding your way around. When you are ready to come home just say home and the GPS will automatically plot your course here no matter where you are.

Also Russell had said something about you and him going shopping before you come back for our bonding ceremony tonight. I took the liberty of giving you several addresses to different malls in the area that you can go shopping at. If none of the addresses that I have given you suit your needs, use the yellow pages feature on the GPS. Or if you want you can just call me and tell me what kind of shop you are looking for and I will find the address for you.

There is a wall safe in my room behind the Van Gouh painting. Please feel free to grab some cash to spend. I have already contacted my day man Bobby with all of your pertinent information so that you can be added to my bank accounts, and so that you won't have to worry about not having cash if you need it. I also gave Bobby your cell phone number so that he can contact you if need be. I also programmed my own cell phone number into yours so you can contact me as well. If you need anything and I am not awake please call Bobby and let him know.

Most important have fun today my darling, I cannot wait to see you tonight. From what Russell was saying he has quite a treat in store for me tonight. I can hardly wait. I love you Sookie.

Love Always

E

P.S. Darling I left some clothes for you tucked in my closet. I hope that you find them to your liking. I realized last night that you didn't have anything to change into after we arrived so I had my child Pam pick some things up for you. Please enjoy, and pick yourself up some things to have here for the next few days until we can get out to your house and pick up the rest of your belongings.

I rush through a shower in a better mode than I have been in for ages, after all things are looking up. I have a great man whom, for all intents and purposes, I am marrying tonight; sure it is a little weird that we have only known each other one day, but still. He is more than willing to take care of me and every girl wants security in a man. Even if you love them to death, if you have to struggle with money it makes the going that much harder.

My best gay friend in the world is coming in from out of town and is taking me shopping. Life in general is looking up. I'm not kidding myself, there will be tons of troubles coming my way, but at least now I won't have to be doing it by myself anymore. I have Eric to watch my back and the thought of that just makes me breathe a little easier.

I grab Eric's letter along with the codes and go back into the bedroom. I stuff the letter into my purse, which is lying on the bedside table on what I would guess is now my side of the bed, along with my cell. I didn't have a lot of time to explore last night, and there are several doors off of Eric's main bedroom besides the ones that led to his library and bathroom. There are two more to the right and two more to the left that I haven't peaked into.

Choices, choices. I decide to start on my left and the first one I opens leads into a small office space with all that an office entails – desk, file cabinets, fax machine, photo copier, printer, office phone, and the standard computer. The room itself is very utilitarian, all muted grays and dark charcoals. I am not about to be snoopy and look through this room so I quickly about-face it out of there and pull the door shut.

The next door leads into an honest to God theater room with a ten-foot screen and several rows of posh theater chairs, and off in the corner was an honest to goodness popcorn maker along with a soda machine. Although what a vampire did with a soda machine and popcorn maker beat the hell out of me. Perhaps Eric just had a twisted sense of humor; he didn't really strike me as the type to entertain much. Although how would I really know? I have a sudden flash of jealousy, darn it Sook get it together, it's not like you didn't entertain some before you met him.

What is in the past stays in the past, you cannot expect a man as fine as Eric to have as little experience in the ways of dating as you. Just because you were a virgin the majority of your life doesn't mean that he was, heck the man is over a thousand years old! How impractical would it be for you to think that he was a virgin until recently? Little tendrils of doubt and self-consciousness creep into my head. What if I didn't live up to his standards? I sigh a little. You know what Sook? You're being ridiculous. If you are really having these doubts, in a few hours you should discuss them with Eric.

I notice that the room is covered in a ton of different movie posters from almost floor to ceiling. Although instead of the typical vampire posters that I would have expected, they are for movies like Titanic, Powder, Flash Dance, and Gone with the Wind, all of which would not be considered your typical vampire fair; if anything I would have called them chick flicks. I snicker to myself. Oh Eric was going to get holy hell for this one; I was going to tease him for years.

I leave this room quickly as well and make my way across the hall to the first door on the wall directly across from the theater room. I open the door and flick on the light only to find a mostly empty walk in closet. When I say walk in I mean bigger than my entire bedroom back home. It is enormous. Rows upon rows of racks and nooks and crannies and various shelves to store things. There are also a few boxes in the center of the room. I peak inside the boxes and find some clothing that clearly belongs to Eric. From the looks of the haphazard way the clothing is thrown into the box, I think he just threw his clothing into them quickly.

I make my way to the last door, why is it that what you are looking for is always in the last place you look for it? It's inevitable; one time I was looking for a cd, because my brother had taken them all out of their cases and just stacked them up in a ton of different piles throughout my bedroom. So in accordance to the last place I would look law, I actually thought about how I would normally go about looking through my cd's and did the opposite. Of course though in this particular case it wasn't in the last first place I looked it was still in the last place I looked just like always. After that I figured heck, I had put way too much thought into that and if I would have just stuck to the order I would have normally done I would have found it within two minutes instead of twenty.

I walk in through the last door and find an even bigger closet than the last I was in, it was easily double the size and every single inch of it was filled with clothes. Talk about a pack rat. I think Eric and I will have to have some serious discussions about his clothes hording. There is a little bit of everything from every possible era that I knew of, and some that I didn't. Plus in the very back of the closet are easily fifty or sixty boxes, and if I could reach the top one to open it up I would wager that it was full of more clothes. I mean really, how many clothes did one man need? He is worse than my friend Tara but at least she has excuses for one, she's a girl, and for two, she owns her own clothing store. It isn't just clothing in here either, there is rack after rack of clothes and ties and various other men's accessories. Not to mention that there is a huge drawer system that held a ton of watches and cufflinks and earrings and necklaces. This man definitely had a panache for fine clothes and jewels and if I didn't know any better I would say he was gay.

Tucked into a corner right in the front of the closet are twelve bags full of women's clothing. Bag after bag is filled with various dresses and jeans and cute little half shirts, not to mention a ton of swim suits along with more lingerie than I owned. Typically I just slept in an overly large shirt that was older then dirt. All this lingerie is full of lace and frills. Not that any of it was in poor taste or anything, I just wouldn't buy for myself. I never had the inclination to throw what little money that I did have down the drain on frilly lace that no one was ever going to see anyways. In the last bag are two notes, the first is in Eric's familiar script and the other is in a handwriting I don't recognize. I flip Eric's open first.

My Darling Sookie,

Please feel free to move your things into the other closet that I am sure you found on the hunt for this closet. Organize everything in whatever way you see fit. That will be your closet at least until we can get a better one made for you. I am going to have to do some redesigning of our living space but I want you to have an ample amount of room for all of your things.

Love always,

E

Seriously I did not need more space than what was already there, how many clothes did he think I had? I will definitely have to have a talk with him about the amount of space that most people typically have for their clothing. Oh I can't wait until he actually sees my closet in the farmhouse. I flip open the second note.

Sookie,

Although we haven't been formally introduced I am most pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Pam I am Eric's child and I am sure we will be seeing a lot of each other. I have picked up a few things that I hope you find most pleasing. Although I wasn't sure what size you wore so I made a rough guess from what little I saw of you last night. Also if you look behind the bags you will find several boxes that contain various shoes for the different outfits. Again I wasn't sure of your size so I hope that they work for you.

If any of the clothing or under things I acquired do not fit you please put them to the side so that we can exchange them for the proper sizes later. From what Eric told me you seem to enjoy shopping since you are going to be accompanying King Russell to the mall tonight before your nuptials. Perhaps you will do me the honor of accompanying me at some point in the near future on a girl's day/night out? I look forward to getting to know you better.

Pamela Ravenscourt

Wow, I could really get used to all of this. Neither Bill nor Quinn ever thought about the fact that perhaps I could use some help with various things. Heck most of the time I bought my clothing at Wal-mart. Not that there is anything wrong with Wal-mart but a girl does love to have a brand new dress from Macy's once and awhile. I riffle through the various bags, most of the clothing is way too dressy just to wear for a day, or rather night, out shopping with Russell. I finally come across the perfect dress. It is very down home on the farm dressy and I have almost the exact same dress at home. Although the dress that I owned wasn't made of nearly the same quality of fabric; this dress is a cute little halter number that leaves my back bare with straps that tie at the nape of my neck. It has a sweetheart neckline, which is one of my favorite designs because it reminds me of a heart and shows off just the right amount of my very ample cleavage.

The design made makes it look like one of those little red handkerchiefs that old men wore wear hanging out there back pocket, but the material was is as soft as silk. The skirt flared flares out perfectly and twirled twirls just the right amount to show off thigh but not enough to get a peek at the cute little red lace panties that I had chosen to match the dress. Fortunately the bodice of the dress had has a built in bra and was is tight enough to hold the girls in just the right position. It is a good thing I know for a fact that Russell is gay because knowing him he is going to want to help me in and out of all the clothing that I am going to be trying on tonight.

I look over at the clock and see that I only have about a half hour until sunset and I need to book it to the airport quickly. I find a pair of platform wedges that matched the dress perfectly, throw them on quickly, and run full out up the stairs making sure to have my purse and locking up all the various doors behind me as I go. It wouldn't do for my soon to be hubby to get taken unawares just because I forgot to lock up a few doors. I run in the direction of where I am almost positive the garage is and notice that there is another small bouquet of flowers with a note in them for me.

My Darling Sookie,

The garage is off to your left of these flowers, the light switch is just inside the door, and there is a large cabinet with the car keys just above that. All of the keys are labeled with the various models. Please take whatever your little heart desires. I can't wait to see you again tonight my love.

Love Always,

E

He is so stinking sweet, I love all of these little notes that he's leaving me. I wonder if he will do that every day. It is just the most lovely thing I have ever had done for me. I mean the flowers and clothes were absolutely lovely but I had never had anyone leave me love notes before. I sigh to myself softly; I was a really lucky girl to have found Eric Northman. I rush through the large kitchen, through the double doors into a garage; I flip on the light and realize that the damn garage is larger than my entire house. Damn how many cars does one person actually need? I shake my head slightly, it looks like Eric definitely has issues with collecting things.

I turn to the large cabinet and scan through the various keys; I quickly find the Hummer keys when I catch a familiar name in the edges of my vision. "NO WAY!" Mustang, Shelby, 64' "NO FRIGGIN WAY DOES HE HAVE THAT CAR!" I grab the keys off the ring and click the alarm button. I follow the chirp chirp of the alarm and there she is, a Cherry Red with Black racing stripe Shelby Mustang, with a blower in the hood and a little scoop on her trunk. I had only ever seen her in pictures; this piece of fine machinery was my dream car. Everything about her is perfect even her interior is perfect in light tan suede with black piping.

I know I am running short on time but I had to hear her just once. I quickly unlock the door and slide into the driver's seat. Just sitting there behind her wheel and I am dripping wet. I am not sure what it was about this car but just the thought of her gets me going. She is even convertible; Eric must have had her converted because the soft shell was not standard issue with her. I put the keys into the ignition with trembling fingers; I hadn't been this nervous when I lost my virginity. I slowly turn her over and she roars to life and I let my head fall backwards and have an instant orgasm. Jesus H Christ, the engine was perfect. She rumbled and roared at just the right pitch; Eric obviously took very good care of her. I could just sit here all night and listen to her purr.

I am seriously contemplating doing just that when my phone rings. "Damn it." I fumble in my purse and notice it is from someone named Bobby. Who the heck is Bobby? "Hello"

"Miss Stackhouse Bobby Burnham here, Eric's day man."

"Oh yeah he told me you would be calling, what's up." I kill the engine on the Shelby looking at her longingly, I really wish I could take her but there is no way I could fit all of Russell's party into my beloved Eleanor. I replace the keys quickly and jump into the Hummer, punch in the cords on the GPS, and head out. All the while chatting with Bobby.

"Mr. Northman asked me to call you and see if there was anything that you needed me to do for you?"

"Like what Bobby?"

"I don't know Miss Stackhouse. Mr. Northman said that you were going to be moving in with him after tonight. So maybe something pertaining to that, oh also I will be swinging by tomorrow afternoon at some point to have you sign some important paperwork as well as a prenuptial agreement."

"Really Bobby, a pre-nup? Hmm can I ask did Eric ask you to draw up that pre-nup?"

"Well … no … but I thought it was …"

"You thought. Well excuse me if this sounds rude but I really don't think it is your job to think it is your job to do what Mr. Northman, and now I, tell you to do. As a matter of a fact as soon as Eric rises for the evening I will be filling him in on this little indiscretion of yours and we shall see if you have a job come sundown tomorrow evening. How does that sound Mr. Burnham?"

"Oh NO please don't do that Miss. Stackhouse I will shred the document tonight, I fucked up."

"I will remind you that I am a lady and I will not have you using curse words with me Mr. Burnham."

"Sorry Miss. Stackhouse, really I didn't mean to insult you in anyway. Please don't tell Mr. Northman. Is there anything that you need me to do for you anything at all that will make up for this?"

"Actually now that you mention it, since I am going to be moving into my husband's house I need you to organize a few things for me. I am going to need a moving van at my house, although you will have to contact Eric as to when that will exactly be needed. Also I will need you to draw up rental papers in my friend Amelia's name, I will text you with her phone number so that you may contact her. As for the amount of rent work it out with her. Tell her that I said she doesn't have to pay any more then she is paying now but that she needs to come up with whatever she wants to pay and fill that in. Make sure to remind her that all the utilities will need to be transferred into her name and have her let me know when she will be able to do that. If for some reason she cannot do it for awhile tell her that I will leave them in my name for the next six months. So she has that long to figure everything out. Oh and tell her that I will continue to pay my part of all the utilities for the next three months so she is not left high and dry."

"Is there any specific stipulations that you want put in the rental agreement?"

"Not really, she is free to have new roommates as long as she knows that she is responsible for whomever she brings into the house. She can paint or re-wallpaper if she wants but no knocking down walls. If she wants to do any major work like replacing tiles of something make sure that she knows she has to let me know first and that I will help to pay for that. Beyond that I am not really sure, ask her she would know what a rental agreement should look like she is a land lord herself."

"Is that really wise ma'am?"

"See there you go again Bobby thinking when you're just supposed to be doing."

"Sorry ma'am, I will drop off your paperwork tomorrow afternoon as well as your new debit and credit cards."

"Actually Bobby I think it would be better if you wait until after I have spoken with Eric and we can decide when a good time for us will be."

"Yes ma'am just let me know when it will be convenient for the two of you to meet with me."

"I will Bobby thank you."

"You're welcome ma'am, have a good evening."

"I will Bobby, goodnight." I hang up the phone as I am pulling up the little air field with Russell's private plane just as the sun is setting behind the horizon. I hop out of the Hummer just as Russell and Betty Joe are coming off the plane. I am not even two steps out of the car when Russell drops his bags and zooms over to me scooping me up and swinging me out and around in a huge hug.