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Chapter Six

I woke early the next morning, only just belatedly realizing it was a Saturday and that I didn't start my weekend shift until after four in the afternoon. I laid in bed for a bit, waking myself up, then got dressed in my Saturday's best for church communion. It was a thing Gran and I did on every Saturday. We would go to church, listen to Father Budd, and his sermons. My Grandmother took her religion pretty seriously, and I was brought up in the same regard. I wouldn't miss Father Budd's sermons for the world.

I stepped downstairs to make myself a much-needed brew of fresh coffee.

It completely slipped my mind I had another person staying in my house, until I went sleepily into the living room to curl up on the sofa with my coffee, to discover somebody was already splayed out on it peacefully, deep in their sleeping. I stood around him uncomfortably. Eric's bare feet were hanging limply off the arm of the couch, because he was so tall and my sofa so small in size. His buttocks and round cheeks greeted me proudly soon as I walked in. He was giving off funny little snores and gruff mumbles in his sleep.

At least someone was enjoying my couch...

"Sookie?" His voice came half muffled in the cushion.

"Eric," I whispered gently, because I wasn't certain whether he was still sleeping or not.

He moaned and stirred slowly. He lifted his head and looked around his surroundings confusedly, his blonde hair chaotic and sticking up in all directions wildly. "Are you going to your work?"

"Not until later." I smiled when his eyes found me from behind his shoulder groggily."I'm off to church."

"Church?" He raised his eyebrows for an explanation, then yawned. "What is this church you speak of? May I come?"

"You really wanna come to church with me?" I laughed, full of disbelief. Why on earth would he want to do that?

"Yes," he insisted convincingly. "I would not mind it. Since I am locked in your world, why not?"

"Well, all right." My eyes flew down to his bottom at their own accord. "I'll have to find you some decent clothes of my brothers, though."

"What's wrong with how I am?" He was playfully insulted.

"Hmm. I don't know, but you're kind of naked."

"Oh, am I?"

I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing at his playful nonchalance.

"Yes, you are, Mr. Fairy-Boy. Now if you're really coming, you better get up this instance!"

"Yes, ma'am."

We arrived at church a bit late, because I found Eric was a difficult one to dress. Half of Jason's clothes were either too short, or too tight on Eric. I managed to find him a nice clean button-up shirt, and some dressy pants. Unfortunately Eric had to make do with the shoes he arrived in, and they were a bit dirty and worn, but hopefully people wouldn't notice. Anyhow, he cleaned up very well and looked resplendent.

He hadn't ever been to a church before, so I didn't quite know what he was expecting. But once we got inside, he seemed impressed by the amount of people in attendance.

When the priest started with his sermons, I realized he appeared almost ill with nerves. It was like he couldn't sit still.

I patted him on the shoulder closest to me, aiming to comfort him, since he said last night he found my 'aura' comforting; It slowed his knee jiggling down, at least. He tilted his head sideways at me; There was a troubling look in his shining blue eyes directed right at me. "Perhaps this was a bad idea, Sookie," he whispered anxiously. "I shouldn't have come here with you."

"Why not?" I whispered back, unable to stop myself from sounding sullen.

"This." He lowered his eyes down into the direction of his hands meaningfully. I followed his fretful gaze, feeling my throat tighten. He had his hands crossed tightly in between his legs; A light illumination was making his skin glow a fleshy orange-pink in color. He was coming dangerously close to doing his Fairy ability with his hands. His entire hands along to his wrists, were trembling.

That wasn't good. I allowed him to attend church with me, because he appeared so desperate to act like a normal man, and because he wanted to experience the regular day-to-day things I did. Now he was precariously close to blowing his own cover.

"What's happening, Eric?"

He leaned over toward me in the pew and started whispering in my ear. "I'm unable to control it in your world. I think nerves trigger it, somehow. A defense mechanism. Being in a crowded room, full of people... it just reinforces how different I am." Along with his hushed explanation, the glow grew more profound by the second. Now we were both panicking. "Sookie, pinch me." Without hesitation, I did. I reached down and pinched him as tightly as I could muster on the wrist, twisting with my thumb and forefinger, hard. He shook his head disapprovingly, and hissed through his teeth: "Sookie, not there. I was thinking along the lines of a part far more... sensitive."

I stared at him blankly. Then I got his meaning next, when he parted his knees wider, as far as the small distance between the lady sitting near him and myself would allow. He licked his lips and dipped his chin down low, motioning to his crotch, as if I still hadn't understood.

I closed my eyes and sighed loudly through my nostrils. Surely, he had to be kidding.

"No way," I protested nervously. "Isn't there something else we could do to stop it, rather than me having to touch you down there?" Oh, hell. As if I minded.

"Sookie, please."

I focused hard on the priest ahead of me, going at it with his sermon like a radio announcer. Blindly, I found my way, reaching down between his legs. I found the seam of his crotch through the light material of his trousers, pushed my fingers around to find his cock, and then I gave him a good and firm squeeze. Much to both our horror, he reacted to it loudly to the heavens by jolting a fraction in his seat, his eyes wide in alarm. My heart thumped when the lady beside us shot Eric a very mean and pointed look. Luckily she never looked down to find just where my hand was. Instead, she brought her attention back to the priest fervently.

"Better?" I asked quietly in a very sour tone.

"Much." He was very relieved when we both took in that the glow was gone. "And might I add, you didn't have to squeeze down so tightly."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that?" I shot back glumly. "I'm not a goddamn mind reader, after all."

He brought his eyes back up to where the priest was standing, trying to look all innocent. He was trying to hide a smile; his lips twitching. "I'm merely saying. But thank you, I appreciate it."

I looked ahead at the priest myself, battling a grin of my own. Never had I dreamed I would ever be feeling up a guy in church. How inappropriate. I guessed it was a day of firsts for the both of us.

Hope you found some enjoyment in this one? Feel free to let me know your thoughts. I'd love to hear what you think of fairy Eric and Sookie :)