WARNING! The following contains a LEMON of the tart and tasty variety. This is NSFW! This is your only warning! Enjoy and I'll see you below.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or anything else here. I'm writing purely for shits and giggle purposes. Please don't sue.

One last thing, big shout out too my totally awesome Beta, slcurwin, for putting up with me. She laughs and all the right places and makes me feel so smart. Thanks!

Chapter 13

Adele sat at the kitchen table feeding the baby a bottle of formula speaking softly to him to help keep herself awake. It was almost noon and she hadn't slept at all that night. She was bone weary tired but the baby had kept her up most of the night screaming and the few minutes she did have some peace her own brain refused to allow her rest. She kept playing the scene with Hadley and Sookie over and over again in her mind. She never knew why Sookie hated Hadley so much. She refused to talk about it and only avoided her company in the past. She never once reacted the way she did last night. Bull had been the one to explain what had happened after she left the meeting hall with Jessie. He'd also told her about Sam and what happened at Merlotte's the night before. So Sookie had an excuse for being exhausted and fed up but this…she just shook her head, she couldn't fathom it.

The towns largest (both physically and metaphorically) gossip monger had already called her twice that morning to extol the latest news of Sam Merlotte. It seemed the ex-bar owner had been very naughty lately because he'd been stealing from his employees and the customers to help repay a large debt he had with the mob! When Andy had shown up this morning to question Sam on the anonymous allegations that had been called in the night before, all he found was an empty trailer and a ransacked office. His accounting books were left in a safe that was for some reason standing wide open. They clearly showed how and how much he'd pilfered from the good people of Bon Temp. Maxine delighted in telling Adele she was sure those mobsters had 'done away with him' and just made it appear as if he'd skipped town. It was just awful to think that everyone at Merlotte's wouldn't have a job anymore or the town wouldn't have an establishment to congregate at anymore. When Adele told her that she'd 'heard a local business man' was stepping in to keep the place open and had plans to possibly renovate, well you can imagine the excited squeal Maxine gave off. After getting as much information as she could of this 'business man' from Adele she quickly, to the point of almost being rude, ended the call so she could spread word of this altruistic man that was going to provide new work for the good hard working people of Bon Temp. Gran chuckled when she thought back on the call, because she might have let it slip that Sookie was dating this man and that he'd been at the meeting with her the night before. It would only be a matter of time before someone would be clued into the fact of his vampire status and maybe these small minded people would see vampires in a good and positive light instead of with fear and negativity.

Bull had also been kind enough to go to the 24 hour Wal-Mart in Monroe for baby supplies and lice shampoo before he left with Bear to deliver Sookie's and the remainder of Sarah's things. The house felt so empty with them gone. Even with Hadley and the baby there. Hadley had whined and explained that she didn't have anything else to wear which was why she'd put on Sookie's clothes, how could she know they were her favorites. When confronted about the hidden jewelry she said she didn't know it was real and said it was pretty. She just wanted to borrow it. Gran knew a lie when she heard one and knew Hadley had stolen from them before and was likely trying to do it again. The only thing Adele could think of that 'set Sookie off', must have been something she 'heard' from Hadley's mind.

Dr. Ludwig had come by earlier that morning around 8am and checked out the baby. By that time Adele had already bathed the little boy and combed his hair with the lice comb but was hesitant to treat him using the shampoo until the doctor approved because of his already obviously poor state of health. The little boy Gran found out from Hadley was almost six months in age and called Hunter, though Hadley never called him that. She called him the kid or baby and except for bringing him from the car to the house when she arrived, she didn't touch him. Hunter was in bad shape. He was thin everywhere and before Gran washed him he was filthy, it was obvious he'd been wearing the diaper he'd been brought to her in for at least a full day if not longer. Gran was furious with his condition but when she confronted Hadley about it she said she found him that way. She'd left him with his father when he was a few days old and when she went back a week ago to 'visit' (Gran knew this probably meant beg for money) she found him like this and took him with her, thinking Sookie could help. Gran wasn't buying it.

Gran had shown Hadley the guest room to sleep in after everyone left but when she went to check on her this morning she was back in Sookie's room snuggled under the quilt Gran had made for Sookie and sleeping like the dead. Ludwig had taken great delight in slapping Hadley awake so she could examine her. The diminutive doctor told her flat out that despite her delusions to the contrary the world did not revolve around her and if she couldn't bother to wake herself up to be examined than Ludwig was doing it instead, and not in a gentle manner.

After her examination of the two, Ludwig diagnosed the baby with moderate malnutrition. Despite Hunter's age, his physical appearance, thanks to his poor diet, had him weighing in at just over twelve pounds. Ludwig gave Gran particular instructions on how to care for the baby as well as assurances that she'd be back later that evening with a special formula to help him gain weight quicker. She also had something that took care of the lice in his hair. She gave the small bottle to Gran and told her to wash any clothing or linens he or Hadley may have come in contact with and to add no more than one drop to each load. Anymore than that and the supernaturals in and around her home would have an extreme reaction. She told her to add three drops to the bottle of shampoo she bought and have Hadley use it. It wouldn't be as strong mixed with the harsh human chemicals but it should work for her hair. She'd take back any extra left over when she visited this evening and she warned not to let Hadley have direct contact with the liquid. "It has an ingredient that is highly addictive to anyone with obsessive personalities. Use two drops for the child, one to each temple area, and then wash his hair with a mild shampoo. The boy is fine to use it directly because he's young, pure, and innocent. His mother is a different tale. Hide it." Ludwig had been so serious that Adele wasn't taking the risk. The small bottle was hidden safely somewhere Gran hoped Hadley would never look. Neither of the women noticed Hadley eavesdropping before she returned to bed.

Gran put Hunter in the bouncer that Bull had bought and began making lunch for herself and Hadley, that is if the girl ever got up! After Ludwig's early visit Hadley had gone right back to sleep. About an hour later, Gran had cleaned her dishes and put up the leftovers and was fixing another bottle for Hunter when Hadley stumbled into the room looking worse than the night before, though Gran wasn't sure how.

"Who ya talkin' too Gran?" Hadley said lazily as she made her way to the coffee pot and frowned when there was none in it. "What happened to the coffee?

"I was talking to Hunter, just telling him the family history, and I threw out the old pot about four hours ago. If you want another pot then the tin's in the cabinet."

Hadley grumbled as she fumbled with the ingredients, spilling half the grounds on the counter until Gran took it from her before she made an even bigger mess. Gran missed the small grin on Hadley's face as she was shooed away, just as she wanted. Going for the leftovers that Gran told her were in the fridge, she told Gran, "You don't need to talk to him ya know. He's just a baby and can't understand what you're saying anyway. Do you want people thinking you're as nuts as Sookie is?"

Gran turned a sharp eye at Hadley, and gave her a long cold gaze that eventually makes Hadley squirm in her seat. "This negative, spiteful, venomous and just plain nasty attitude that you have towards your cousin will not be tolerated in my house! If you can't keep a civil tongue in your head girl, as well as your sticky fingers to yourself, you might as well leave now! I refuse to take sides in whatever is going on between the two of you and right now I am too blasted tired to care. You may think I am an old fool, but this old broad has seen more than her share of life and I know when I'm being played, young lady. You have yet to tell me what brought you to my door after so many years but you will if you expect to stay for any length of time. The condition of this baby is shameful. You are his mother; it is time to act like it. Now, I'm going to rest these wary bones of mine after caring for your child all night. My friend Tray has agreed to come inside and watch you while I relax, since I can't trust you not to rob me blind when I turn my back. Tonight the doctor is coming back to look at Hunter again. Then I will be going to Shreveport to speak with Sookie. If you decide to stay you will make yourself useful. I have written down a list of chores that need to be taken care of today. You should have everything you need. I'll be back out in a few hours." Gran turned to leave the room and Hadley sitting in muted shock at the table, but just as she reached the door she said quietly without turning her head, "I do love you Hadley. You are family and no matter what has happened in the past you will always have my love. If you wish to gain anything more than that however, it will need to be earned." She left Hadley to her thoughts and son. She passed Tray sitting on the couch watching a muted game of football on the TV, and nodded to him on her way to her room. No doubt he'd heard the entire conversation and would be able to monitor Hadley, though that wasn't technically his job.

Adele had been truthful when she said she needed rest but she had another reason for seeking the solitude of her room. It had been a week since she'd met with her ex-lover's most trusted ally and requested he give her the gift she'd been denied all those years before. She had expected the same debilitating mental noise that had haunted Sookie her entire life. Instead, Adele obtained something completely different to that which plagued her granddaughters. Cataliades explained that the difference in her ability was likely due to the fact that she was not born with it as Sookie, Sarah, Bull, or even Desmond himself was. Therefore thoughts of others did not invade her mind. She had to actively and purposely open her own psyche in order to explore others mentally. Because of the fact that she'd only had telepathy for about a week, she was not practiced enough to do this in the presence of others and not appear 'spacey'. She'd been given instruction by Cataliades for a few days before he returned to New Orleans, on how to use her new gift and she easily learned to gain control over it. The daemon hypothesized this quick adaptation had something to do with her age, the discipline of her mind, and the fact she acquired it and was not born with it, or possibly a bit of all three.

Adele lay on the quilt covering her bed and relaxed using the techniques she was taught. She was determined to learn the true purpose behind Hadley's appearance and though she disliked the idea of invading her privacy, she knew that this was the only way she'd get the truth. Adele closed her eyes and focused on Hadley who was still in the kitchen and delved into the murky waters of Hadley's consciousness. Gran was hit with a wave of anger, jealousy and pain as Hadley's venomous mind opened to her own. Gran was completely unprepared for the poison of Hadley's mind. '…Stupid old bat talkin' to herself and using the brat as a cover up, she's been around Crazy Sookie too long. At least that bitch left last night. It was a long shot that she'd help, not after last time, but I know I can get Gran to pity me enough…..' Gran worked through the surface thoughts and emotions with difficulty. She was completely baffled as to where all this hate was coming from and without realizing it delved into Hadley's long term memories and unconscious mind. This was something Sookie claimed never to be able to do, and it was here that Gran found the answer to her questions. She quickly retreated from that dark place, curled herself into a tight ball on the bed, and wept.

An hour before dusk….

He awoke to the sensation of his minx licking up one side of the perfect V where his legs met his lean hips. He also immediately identified the smell of sunshine and sugar? A low rumble began deep in his chest that sounded suspiciously like a purr. Eric lifted his right hand to thread it into Sookie's hair and Sookie stopped her attentions and his hand. His purr quickly became a growl as she grinned wickedly at him and gave him a searing look through her long blond lashes. "Ah, ah, ah, no moving big guy, or you'll spoil my desert." He finally bothered to really look at his body and saw that she'd turned him into a small buffet, cover in various desert toppings placed at strategic locations. Because of his naturally cool body temperature, none of the toppings were melting or dripping more that the heat in the room permitted. She followed a trail of fudge sauce alternating between lips and tongue up to his navel which held a delicately placed maraschino cherry. She swirled her tongue around the area licking up a well placed trail of candy sprinkles before using her teeth to scrape his abs with just enough pressure before capturing the cherry in her mouth and moaning like she hadn't eaten in a year. It was fucking hot, sexy as hell, and made him groan until his purr returned in full force. She continued following the now thinning trail of chocolate sauce up to his breastbone where it diverged into two paths of whipped cream over the well defined pectoral muscles and circled around each nipple which was smothered in a thick rich dark chocolate mousse as another cherry was precisely perched atop each small mound of decadence. Eric felt like he was losing his grip on reality as his sex kitten began devouring his left nipple along with the contents atop it using the full arsenal of weaponry available to her. She teased with her tongue, brushed ever so softly with her lips, and bit strategically with her teeth, and as if that wasn't enough to drive him mad she blew her heated breath over his now damp skin eliciting a hiss and several ancient curses from his lips. And just in case these instruments of his torture where not enough, her long lissome fingers were gently following their own paths over each sinewy bulge up his abs, over the wide expanse of his chest, snaking over his shoulders and down his straining arms until they reached his wrists. She tenderly and smoothly transitioned her attention now from his right nipple, to the tips of his right hand, which she had covered with more whipped cream and some type of silvery looking sugar. Beginning with his pinky, she engulfed each digit with her luscious lips and removed the sticky confections with a quick and powerful suction that shot straight though his body and he swore it felt like her attentions were being administered to his pulsing manhood. With his right hand complete she moved seamlessly to his left to continue his torment. As each powerful sensation rocketed through his body he was utterly oblivious to the moans, groans, whimpers, and finally the pleading words leaving his mouth.

So lost in sensation as she finally completed her circuit back to his engorged and straining cock, he didn't realize he was pleading with her in almost every language he knew. She was riding high on a wave of pride, pleasure and satisfaction that she was able to bring her beautiful and strong man to his proverbial knees with her attentions. She took him in as far into her mouth as she could without choking as she wrapped one hand around the remaining ridiculous length and stroked in rhythm to the pressure of her mouth, while cupping his heavy sack in her other hand and gently massaging and pulling lightly. She knew he was close and fighting it and she wanted to send him flying off that edge. Struggling against her own embarrassment at what she was about to attempt and armed with one too many mental images from her over sharing gay besty, she covertly moistened two of her fingers as they were wrapped around him and switching hands eased them further down to his tightly puckered back entrance. Gathering her courage and hoping he wouldn't be upset or worse, feel violated, she tenderly but with steady strength and swiftness pushed both fingers past the firm ring of muscle up into his body. It took moments to find the bump of his prostate and stroke it.

Eric's eyes shot open as a guttural roar was ripped from his throat and he came hard spurting several streams of his cool seed down Sookie's esophagus. She carefully removed herself from him and used a damp cloth lying on a tray next to the bed, to clean him and the residual sweets from his body. It took nearly ten minutes before he had collected himself enough to ask in a rough and husky voice that instantly sent shivers down her spine, "Lover, where or from whom did you learn that last trick?"

She honestly couldn't tell if he was mad. The bond was flooded with so many different emotions she honestly couldn't pick out just one. With a tentative quiver to her voice, "Umm Laffy doesn't know the meaning of TMI and has very graphic mental imagery to accompany the stories of his sexcapades. This was something I was always curious about trying but never had a chance. It seemed to be a favorite of his with the number of times he thinks about it and I wanted to surprise you. Are-are you mad?"

"Mad? Gods no, Sookie. Why would I be mad? That has to easily be one of the best orgasms I've EVER had! I was so engrossed in the most amazing blow job I've ever received that you took me completely off guard. It was amazing, Lover. Why would I be mad?" He was stumped with where her question was coming from.

"Well I-I umm…never mind it's silly."

He pulled her down next to him and stroked her cheek gently, searching her eyes and the bond for the cause of her embarrassment, when he got a flash of imagery from her mind and it clicked. "Sookie, what you and I do during the course of our lovemaking can never, and should never, be compared to anything I experienced with my Maker. I have freely given you complete hold over my body, mind, heart and soul. Never think that you could ever elicit the same emotions in me that he did. Where he stole my body and affections, you have been given them freely. That was not a violation mitt hjärta. It was miraculous." (My heart)

Sookie smiled contently as Eric feathered kisses over her temple, ear and neck. She moaned deeply when he positioned his large frame over hers and pushed his ever ready body into hers. As their rhythm picked up so did the passion. They seamlessly changed positions until she was astride his lap and they were both sitting up, allowing him the deepest angle of penetration and access to her delicious breasts. It was now his turn to feast off her body as he nipped each bud with blunt teeth and also delicately pierced each heaving mound with his fangs. Not so deep as to cause permanent damage or a gushing wound but just enough to allow each puncture to release a small trickle of blood to flow down her form, thus affording him the pleasure of lapping up the pathways they made. Not immediately healing her wounds he left them to bleed lazily as he worked his way back to her neck. The smell of blood (his own buffet), sweat, sex, and sunshine which was inherently Sookie's own unique sent, combined with the mutual lust, passion, and bliss ping-ponging between them in their bond made them absolutely ignorant to their surroundings. So as their shared climax brought out a scream of pleasure from Sookie and as Eric fed voraciously from her neck, they booth missed the sound of the little feet rushing toward the door or the sound of said door opening. What they did not miss, and what snatched them both viciously out of their joint orgasms, was the piercing scream of terror that Sarah let loose. This scream was followed by hysterical tears and sobbing as Sarah bolted from the room disappearing (literally) from sight.

Sarah was so excited to show Eric and her Sookie what LaLa had bought for her on their day trip to the zoo. They'd taken Bull and Papa Bear with them so that Sookie could rest from her long night and the two men had acted like book ends with Sarah and Lafayette, and growled at anybody that got too close to the child. Bull even managed to piss off Laffy by interfering when he was trying to 'score a hook up'. All Sarah cared about all day had been telling her two favorite people about everything that had happened and all the animals she'd seen. She had been especially happy with a young squirrel monkey that had large black eyes a tan face and with light colored fur. The animal was being shown off during a meet and greet with one of the zookeepers. The adorable little money had jumped right onto Sarah's head startling the child at first but within moments she was begging to take it home to show Eric and Sookie. After an intense round of negotiations and a few tears (on Laffy's part) he convinced her to settle for a stuffed version and an ice cream.

When they arrived back at Eric's that evening Sarah was so excited that she completely ignored Lafayette when he told her to wait for Sookie and Eric to come downstairs. Instead she slipped out of sight while the three men were unloading groceries in the kitchen and ran to the bedroom to tell them her news. She didn't understand the noises coming from behind the closed door but it scared her when she saw Eric bite down with his pointy teeth, that Sarah had only seen when he was mad. This followed by Sookie's scream made her scream.

She did what they had been hammering into her head for the past week, she hid. She was good at hiding and she knew that they'd find her but she didn't want to see Eric mad. She was a good girl and she didn't know why Eric had been mad and bit Aunt Sookie. Was she naughty? She knew that Sookie sometimes got in trouble with Memaw because she would 'sass' her. Did she sass Eric?

In Sarah's mind, Eric and Sookie where her parents, and like all children of her age she idolized them. They could do no wrong as far as she was concerned and if they ever got mad it was because she'd been bad. Eric was especially adored because he made the bad things in her life go away. She always felt safe with him in a way she never felt with any other man, even her LaLa. She'd been told many times before to always knock on a door before she entered, just like keeping out of grownups heads; it was to give others privacy. She still wasn't sure why anyone would want to be alone, which was what she equated privacy as. So she was mostly upset at herself because she knew she was naughty by not knocking and she was afraid Eric would not forgive or like her.

The blood she saw on Sookie was a little scary too but she did know that's what Eric ate. He'd explained it to her one night when she asked why he didn't like bananas. She'd offered him a bite of hers and when he said no she started to cry, thinking she was being rejected. He'd told her that he couldn't eat food like she did and he had to drink his meals, so she offered to share her juice. He was finally forced to explain what he drank. It was a little icky at first, but he said it was yummy. Later she heard from LaLa's head that Eric's favorite blood was Sookie's. It was remembering this detail that the precocious toddler had an epiphany that wouldn't come to most children until much later. It was then she understood about privacy. Sarah fell asleep in her hiding place thinking about Eric and Sookie being mad at her and trying to think of a way to make them happy again.

A/N: I hope this doesn't leave y'all with a feeling of abandonment because of a little cliffhanger. You honestly thought I'd let that lemon go unscathed? HA! Raise your hand if anything like this has ever happened to you? Ok maybe not with the biting and the blood but being caught in the act by your child, children, or other family members? Be honest! It's mortifying I can tell you that from experience! If you feel like sharing these moments I'd love to hear them and I promise not to laugh...too much.

Now I have some bad news. I might have to take a few weeks off from posting so that I can build up a few chapters. I'm thinking this is about at the half way point but I'm not sure and these past few chapters have been so hard to get out. It's taking alot of time I really don't have. I don't think it's my muse. She's happily nibbling away at her chocolate sitting securely in her cage so the ideas are coming. I just can't seem to get them all out coherently in one sitting (or even 2 or 3 sittings). Usually by the time I post I have at least one chapter either done for the next week or off to my Beta. This week I barely got this one back in time to edit and post. The next chapter is still being written and It's going to be a long one I think. (It's certainly taking long enough.) Please don't worry. I'll be back and I promise not to be gone as long as last time.

Thanks so much for reading. You comments really do help motivate me.

Until next time.