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Chapter Nine

"Sweet Jesus!" Was all I could manage afterwards very eloquently in a breathless voice, fanning my overheated skin. But then I felt incredibly bad about taking the Lord's name in vain, and using it in this somehow inappropriate context. Only Eric couldn't seem to tell it was a very bad thing. He grinned at me widely from where he was lying, stretched out beside me on the carpet.

"Yes, Sweet Jesus," he agreed hoarsely, breathing unevenly. I think the both of us were still trying to catch our breaths. "Whatever that means." Says the man who utters 'Jesus H. Christ' compulsively.

I burst out laughing hysterically, feeling weightless. I felt so relaxed; my limbs feeling all rubbery. Sex is a very amazing thing. But sex with Fairy Eric was... unbelievable. Unlike anything. Again, I hated to compare, because I knew it was sort of tactless, but I had no other experience to base it on, other than the times I shared in bed with Bill. Eric possessed unbelievable stamina; He was so energetic, and passionate. Bill was more than happy to just lie back afterwards and fall straight asleep, snoring his head off. But the pleasure was... indescribable. The orgasm... I swear the house was trembling all around me, or maybe that was just my body? Hell, if I know.

After a while, he rolled onto his side and peered down at me. His eyes were intent on mine, waiting for me to say something. Honestly, my mind was utterly blank, since my body was still gradually working to recover from his sensual, otherworldly assault on it. The man was glorious, but I think I already knew that the very first moment I set eyes on him. But knowing he'd be this good at sex? Well, I don't think you can tell immediately just by looking at someone, and talking to them. No, you've got to get right down to the nitty-gritty to figure that one out.

"Did you enjoy that, Sookie?" he asked, sounding ridiculously worried. Did he honestly have to ask? Was it not obvious? Did I not moan enough, or wriggle around enough to show my enjoyment? But then, I think I realized Eric had an unselfish desire to please others, in all capacities. I guess he truly wanted to please me, and that made me feel very nice and giddy inside.

"Are you honestly asking me that?" I whispered, blinking up at him. "I enjoyed that so much that I could very well do it again, and again with you." Something told me I had said too much in telling him that, and my insides squirmed in uneasiness, though he hardly seemed like he minded one bit.

A fleeting look of relief came across his face. And then, without warning, he got up onto his knees and climbed on top of me, pushing his knees in between my thighs. I squealed in surprise, because I was hardly expecting that from him. "Again?" He raised his eyebrows at me, grinning mischievously. "Oh, I think that can be arranged." And he was certainly ready for it. He leaned down over me and kissed me very softly. "Turn around on your front."

What? I blinked up at him momentarily, before I managed to flop around on my stomach. His hands moved down over my shoulders, down my back, settling on my waist. But then I caught sight of my alarm clock beside my bed on the table, since I was facing that way, and I knew it wasn't quite the appropriate time for Round Two with Mr. Fairy, as much as I would have enjoyed it. After all, I had somewhere I had to be.

Work. Sex can wait, but work definitely can't.

"Shit," I said, scrambling to my feet, "Eric, I can't do this right now. I got to get to work!"

"But I-" He trailed off quietly, sounding extremely disappointed.

"I hate to leave you like this," I admitted hurriedly, throwing on a bra and clasping it. "But there's just some things that a girl's got to do." I stepped into some underwear, sliding it up my legs, jumping around. "I'm so sorry, I...I can't miss any time off work. I got bills to pay."

Pulling up my work shorts, I turned to look at him, and felt my entire resolve crumble. Why did he have to go and look at me like that? He was kneeling on the carpet on his knees, staring at me, naked as a newborn, all disappointed and sad; his huge hands hanging uncertainly at his thighs. Miserable puppy dog eyes, was what those eyes were. How can any woman possibly resist him when a man goes and looks at her in such a way? I was finding it difficult myself. It wasn't without tiresome effort, when I forced my eyes away and shuffled into my Merlotte's work shirt. Now all dressed and ready to go, I had to face the inevitable; I had to say my goodbyes, for a few hours, and I was never good with them.

He gazed up at me as I trod over to him slowly, his eyes soft and warm. It took everything within me not to just strip off my clothes right on the spot and spend an entire decadent afternoon with him.

"I will see you later when I've finished with work, all right?" I tried to sound reassuring for him, because he looked so lost, and helpless. Clutching his face with my hands, I bent down and kissed him on the forehead. And like a scared little boy, he clinged; He wrapped one arm over my shoulder, trying to pull me down to him, while his other hand snatched at the front of my shirt, stretching the material.

"No!" He groaned anxiously. "I don't want to be alone! I wish to stay with you, always!"

But I just couldn't have that right now. I couldn't.

"Honey, I've really got to go," I yelped in irritation against his mouth, when he curled a hand around the nape of my neck, holding me in place gently to his lips.

Jesus. Does he have separation issues, or what?

Feeling very much like a miserable girl wounding an animal, I pushed him back, listening to him whimper tragically, and bolted downstairs, before he could try to convince me further into staying in the house with him. And really, let's face it; He was winning that fight already. I found my shoes by the door, and halfway through kicking them on, I heard him stomping down the stairs urgently after me. He was running to get to me.

Now I was feeling like a defenseless girl in a cheesy horror movie. This was the part where she runs for her life from the big, bad murderer. Only the man in this role wasn't a murderer in the slightest. He was a desperate, frightened, full-grown naked man, out-of-place in my house, worried about being left alone for several hours until I finished my afternoon shift. So, grabbing the car keys to Jason's truck he was still letting me borrow, and getting really into it, I ran straight through the door, and lunged down the porch steps to where it was parked. I scurried over to it, unlocked it, and jumped inside, starting the engine quicker than you could scream 'Help'.

Reversing the car, I was very relieved to see he hadn't run out into the afternoon light, beautifully naked, scampering after me helplessly. On the drive to Merlotte's, it was then I got thinking seriously into the situation. Was it the biggest mistake I could have made, in sleeping with him? Or wouldn't it have made much difference, either way? I snorted to myself. It would have happened sooner or later, wouldn't it? I would have succumbed to the desire I felt for the strange man anyhow. What difference does it make that I succumbed to it today, and had marvellous sex with him? He didn't have to do much to make me want him. He was very easy to... want. But if he was going to get scared and react like this, every single time I had to leave, then that was a super big issue. While I could somehow understand his reason into reacting that way, and I could sympathize a great deal, it didn't make it any easier on me.

Oh, hell. I made my bed. Now I've got to lie in it.

The afternoon shift went tortuously slow. Tortuously, because I was worrying what I'll come home to. Who knows what mischief Mr. Fairy will get into on his own for several hours? While I had faith in him- he was a full-grown, four-hundred-year-old man, after all- he reacted exactly in the same light as a baffled child would, in me leaving him; And that didn't leave me much hope.

When at last my shift ended, I wasted no time on driving home. As I pulled into the long driveway into home, surely enough, a big pale man was sitting out on the porch steps, waiting for me; his muscular legs clenched tightly together to keep his you-know-what from getting too cold from the dropping night-time air, and his bare shoulders trembling. Why on earth didn't he get dressed? He surely knew how to dress himself, for goodness sake! Soon as I so much as shifted the car into parking mode, he was jumping off the steps and running out towards Jason's truck, shivering and exposed. We would definitely be requiring a few serious conversations about clothing, and the need for them. It was definitely a must, at this rate.

"Sookie!" He yelled at me from behind the window on my side, making me jump, his deep voice all shaky with the height of his excitement. While it was lovely to have somebody excited for my arrival home, it was a bit overwhelming. Unbuckling my seat belt, and pulling open the door, he crouched down to look at me, panting heavily. His bright blue eyes scanned my face nervously. His teeth rattled from the chill in the air. He looked awfully cold; it almost had my heart breaking. "Where were you?"

Where was I? Oh my God. "I was at work. Don't you remember?" He actually looked deeply worried for me. But I already explained where I had to go, I was positive I did. "I said that!" I hopped out of the car, swinging the door shut. Only, he didn't leave much distance between us. I had to back away into the side of Jason's car. "I said, I had to go to-"

"-Shh," he whispered, pressing a finger to my lips.

"Look, we have to have a serious talk here! You can't just go walking around outside naked, all right? This is something you could get into trouble for. We have laws here, and you might get arrested for indecent exposure, and I-" Before I could even get another word out, he was pushing me back against the car and kissing me, long and hard. I guessed he had only one thing in mind, the instance I got in.

"Listen, Eric," I began weakly, trying to be responsible, once his mouth moved down to my neck. He trailed light kisses around my throat and chin reverently, distracting me wonderfully. I didn't know what it was about me that made me so desirable to him, but there was no denying I was glad I was. Heaven. I moaned, closing my eyes, my head swirling. Why did his mouth on me have to feel so great right now? If this was what I would be coming home to after a tiresome day at work, then sign me up, I'm all for it. He lifted his head to look me directly in the eyes, while his fingers worked at undoing the button on my work shorts. I bet he was just daring for me to say something, so I tried to. "Eric, I-"

Oh, what the hell. As if I minded doing this right now, anyhow. Besides, it wasn't every day that a man felt like I was sex on legs, something that he couldn't resist, and had to have the instance he saw me again. It was flattering.

"Look, if we're going to do this now, let's get inside," I told him firmly. There. I can be responsible in other ways.

And since he knew he was no doubt getting his own way, he complied, and eagerly. He scooped me up into his arms like I was no more than a rag-doll effortlessly, and I squealed in shock. "Yes, ma'am."

What the hell have I gotten myself into with this one? What on earth have I unleashed?

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