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Chapter Eight

I never dreamed once that I would actively be having sex with Eric. But there was just something irresistable about him, to me. I never once thought an opportunity like this would arrive; In having sex with another man. And he wasn't only just a mere beautiful man; He was a Fairy, though he hardly seemed any different from the norm, aside from a few charming quirks in his personality and his naïvety about the world I live in. It was a little hard not to have feelings for him, half the time. It was official; I was the worst, most unacceptable excuse of a hostess in helping guide this wayward man through my world home. We hadn't even started finding his portal yet- not even once, since the last several days I had agreed to the challenge- and already, I was so eager to devour the man whole. And, judging by the very positive reaction of particular large and noticable parts of his body towards me standing in the shower with him naked, it would appear he was just as eager to devour me.

He stood back from the running shower to gaze at me, in a very pleased way that told me he very much liked what he was seeing. I was naked, for heaven's sake. Surely, he'd seen a naked woman before, right? What's new?

He had his head cocked to one side. "You are different from most women in my world."

I gasped automatically, shocked. "Oh, in a bad way? Different... how?" Now I was sounding exactly like him.

He sauntered closer towards me in the shower, so close to me that all I would have to do was lift my hand and touch him, and it was hard to simply look straight into his face. I just didn't know where to look. There was a whole delicious lot of him that my hands were aching to explore and glide over, and he was so confident, so completely comfortable with his body.

He reached up, and touched one of my ears with his fingers. I trembled involuntary. "Your ears are smaller. Less angular, than most. Oddly enough, I like that. And your teeth..." His voice was soft in amazement. At this, he pushed his thumb in between my lips, stroking my front teeth. It was a bit strange, but I couldn't say I really cared, or was put-off by it. "They are shorter, less sharper, than most. I like that, too."

I opened my mouth, enough to close my lips over his thumb and run my tongue over him, and I sucked gently, and moaned.

He moaned in unison, at the warmth of my tongue, in a very agreeable way. His breathing grew extremely loud.

"Turn around, Sookie. I would like to... wash you."

Like a mechanical soldier, I did at once. I turned and faced the tiled wall. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, my pulse racing for the moment he touched me with those amazing Fairy hands of his.

"What does an Earth Woman wash herself with usually?" he asked hoarsely, like he was truly interested in knowing. "Where is this shampoo you spoke of?"

Never had I ever dreamed I would be explaining the basics of hair washing to a man, neither. But I did, and happily. I told him that usually, you only wash your hair with shampoo once, which I already had, which left next for conditioner. He was very intrigued by that- conditioner.

"I do this?" He squirted some conditioner into his large hands, lathered it up into a foamy texture, and then closed his hands over the base of my neck, going upwards into my hair. His hands were very talented.

But then it didn't take long for him to dismiss the hair, and instead, he started massaging my shoulder blades instead. I guessed then that hair wasn't really all that he wanted to touch. I groaned, and leaned back into him, while his long fingers rubbed firmly down the line of my spine. It was very relaxing, and his hands felt very good being on me. He started massaging down my arms, and, by then, I could hardly wait for his hands to start massaging other unspeakable, erogenous places. I heard an odd noise from him, but I pretended not to hear it. I just assumed he was enjoying touching me, as much as I was. And then his hands came up around my shoulders, and he cupped my breasts, and I inhaled in surprise, when his large fingers glided over the round mounds of them, taking curious inventory.

"These," he breathed raggedly in my ear. "These... are much similar. But these are wonderful." His teeth very gently grazed my earlobe, when his hands went further down my body. He ran a hand over my stomach, over my navel. I never knew I could be a very impatient person, when it came to something like this. But I quickly learned, I was; I was impatient, and greedy.

"I don't think I'm the only one who needs washing here," I murmured meaningfully, feeling brave.

"Oh." He sounded shocked by that. "You would like to wash me, also, and return the favour?" Like I needed to answer that!

I turned around to face him, without preparing myself beforehand. He was... very big down there, and I couldn't help it that my eyes flew straight down to that area. My mouth dropped. He had an erection probably big enough to ride all the way to heaven, and back again. Without any ounce of thought, one of my hands just decided to reach out and grab it firmly in my hand.

"I would like to become acquainted with this." It flew out of my mouth before it even registered, and I felt my face glow hot in embarrassment. How rude of me.

I glanced up at his face, to find he was taking great pride in my reaction, and he enjoyed that I had bothered to reach out and grab it fiercely, like a woman with no manners. His eyes widened, when I stroked up and down slowly, then they closed briefly. How on earth could this man possibly be a Fairy? He was just like every other man, except he had the nicest, toned body I'd ever seen. I didn't want to compare Bill to him at all, it was terrible, but my mind just couldn't be steered away from it; I just had to, since Bill was the only other man I had ever been intimate like this with. I came to the same conclusion as before. This man was out-of-this-world, his body... everything. But that was only because he truly was. He didn't belong here, and I probably didn't belong being around him, touching him like this.

"Jesus. H. Christ," he groaned quietly, when I gave him a squeeze. It was far gentler than the one I gave him at church, because he had made it very clear on me then, that I could have been less rough.

A groan escaped from the back of his throat, a very gruff, deep sound, that illustrated just how much so he liked it, and it made me feel hot and bothered all over. His mouth fell open, as his breathing increased, and what I was there, there wasn't any easy way to put it. I was cautious, flabbergasted, and amazed, all at once. Sure, he had the appearance of a regular man. But those teeth, the change that had taken over them so suddenly... all because of how I was making him feel. Now, it was hard to overlook the fact he didn't belong in my world. His teeth were not a regular man's anymore, not those pearly whites I had often seen whenever he would smile. No, these were something completely different entirely. My breath hitched in my throat, and I suddenly felt very ill at ease.

They were small, curved, and sharp, resembling a predatory sharks set of teeth. They looked fit enough to bite the shit out of somebody.

"Holy hell," I whispered, very intelligently.

His eyes popped open, and then I think it automatically clicked an instance later. His blue eyes widened in fear, and he brought a hand up frantically to cup over his mouth. "Sorry," he moaned into his palm, ashamed. "I... I forget the differences between us." He was talking louder and louder by the second, his deep voice half-muffled. "I... this comes with the territory of what I am. I... I'm sorry, Sookie. I forget!"

"It's fine, honestly." I smiled up at him weakly, then tried to push myself back into the mindset of an aroused woman again. "It's no... big deal, really. I just... I never expected that." I laughed underneath my breath nervously. My fingers curled around more tightly. I can do this, I told myself determinedly. He has... fangs. No biggie. I already had a fair idea this was no ordinary man I was dealing with here, really. "So long as you don't, you know..."

"No!" It erupted so strongly out of his mouth. He was almost shouting. "I would never! Not with these!"

He looked so shaken up and wary, almost as if he was deeply unsettled by it potentially altering my desire for him. It just took me a moment to recover from the shock, and then I was releasing him from my hand, and squeezing around him to find the bar of soap.

"What're you-? I'm sorry!"

He eyed me speculatively, when I started with the soap, gliding it across his muscular chest, washing him.

"Oh!"

I think he felt more confident after that, because he let his hand fall from his mouth and didn't bother concealing it anymore. I think it occurred to him finally, that though it was a royal shock to take in, I had recovered just fine, and was planning to move on again.

His eyes burned into mine, when I squatted down to wash around his muscular legs, very thoroughly. "Let's not do this anymore, Sookie."

I peered up at him, feeling a frown settle on my lips. He didn't want to continue with this anymore? Well, hell. That was a bit unfair. Thanks for teasing me!

And then, without another word, he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and it presented me an amazing view of everything. Put-out, I turned off the shower, feeling the disappointment pouring throughout every inch of my pores. Well, fine then.

He just stood there, watching me, when I ignored him effortlessly in all his exposure. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it over his shoulders, to stop his violent shivering. Just as I turned to find one for myself, he seized me by the top of my arms, pulled me in close, and kissed me, quite passionately and hard. I tried to respond in earnest by reaching up with my hands to touch him, only he was holding my arms too tightly at my sides, rendering me unable to move. And then, he pulled away, and my knees felt weak. He looked like a lost little boy in that moment, unsure and uncertain of himself.

"Please." He gave me an intense, pleading look. "Where do you usually make love?"

"Where?"

"Yes," he whispered firmly. "Where?" He glanced around my bathroom, blinking heavily. "In here?"

A gurgled laugh got stuck in my throat. He glanced down at me, astonished at the sound.

"Um... not usually. The bed's usually a pretty good idea."

"The bed then." And then he took my hand, and dragged me out of the bathroom, almost desperately, like a man short on time.

Halfway towards my bedroom, he peeled the towel off his wet skin, and threw it down on the floor. His eyes were bright with excitement. We didn't even manage to reach my bed, because, soon as I pushed through the door into my room he was pulling me down onto the bristly carpet and hovering over me eagerly.

"This is your bed?"

I was so breathless by how urgent he was, how desperate for me, that I just pretended the carpet was, and nodded. He didn't seem able to tell the difference, anyhow. He smiled at me widely, showing those small fangs of his, and bent down over me to give me a very slow, very sensual kiss that I never wanted to end. I thought his Fairy teeth might have somehow gotten in the way, but surprisingly, they didn't at all. It was almost as if they weren't even there, while we kissed for a good bit.

"First, Sookie," he groaned into my neck energetically. His enthusiasm was catching. "I am going to kiss you all over, and then, we will make love!" And, he certainly did. I never knew a man to be so wrapped up in making the woman he was with very satisfied, but he seemed to take it as though it was a serious side-mission.

Hope you enjoyed this one, and that it wasn't a bit awkward? Haha, sorry, there will be more plot next chapter! And I hope you won't mind Fairy Eric having fangs, or little shark-like teeth ) Please review and let me know your thoughts! x