Disclaimer: Sookie Stackhouse - Southern Vampire Mysteries belongs to Charlaine Harris.

Chapter 13

Mixed Points of View

Eric groaned, and moved his head to bury next to Sookie head on the pillow, earning Sookie to moan/groan at the move Eric made that caused movement down below. Whomever it was on the other side of the door was clearly not going to leave them be and continued knocking and calling out to Eric.

"Pretend to be asleep." Eric whispered quietly to Sookie, whose eyes widened.

"Oh no, oh no, no oh no, not this again Eric!" Sookie hissed as quietly as she could.

"Sookie... I do not want to stop what we just started regardless of my brother's untimely arrival."

Eric started to shift, staying inside her, he was reluctant and stubborn to move, so he shifted them so he was laying on his back and a reluctant Sookie adjusted so she was laying half on Eric, their legs tangled and her head resting against his shoulder, snuggled halfway into his side.

Sookie pinched his nipple hard and twisted it slightly knowing from various guys' minds in her time that it hurt like a bitch if it wasn't done in an intimate way and she was rewarded with a hiss and a flinch as Eric's legs also tightened around her own.

She kept her hand over it, letting him know that she'd do it again if he tried any more little stunts between now and when she removed her hand from his nipple. The guard knocked on the door again and shouted "MA-" only to be cut off by Eric who hissed out loudly an "Enter."

The sheets shielded their bodies from the waist downwards and Eric's arms wrapped around Sookie and her left arm shielded her breasts. Sookie closed her eyes and willed herself to relax and just melt into his body. She did not enjoy being put on display in such a private and intimate way; considering her was still inside her, alert as always.

Eric felt Sookie relax just as the door opened and the guards' messenger came in screeching to a halt as he reached Eric's private bed chamber. The young lad tried desperately to keep his mental imagery and facial expression under control as he rushed into the king's bed chamber.

He thought they looked like angels, a golden couple, both wrapped up in white silk sheets, their blond hair mussed and spread out around their heads like halos, the morning sun shining through the window, leaving a sort of glow about their skin.

"What is it, YOU had to make all the racket for, waking me as a result?" Eric asked, annoyed. Although he already knew, he decided to add, "You're lucky you did not wake up our princess." Eric didn't like the way the messenger was scrutinizing Sookie or their current positions. But, he was quick to answer, which did please Eric.

"Your Majesty, the prince has returned with the Lady Isabelle." Messenger boy said. Judging from his attire, he looked like he could be from the stable yard or gardens.

Eric shifted slightly, causing Sookie to sigh. Both men glanced down at the supposedly sleeping Sookie whose fingers grazed Eric's nipple, pulling it down slightly then causing it to flick back up. Eric glared at the messenger boy who diverted his wandering gaze quickly from Sookie after feeling his king's eyes on him, noting the look on his face.

He decided two could play that game; after what Sookie did with his nipple, he decided to shift his hips and legs a little, moving his hips upwards, then down, then up again as he moved to sit up in bed a little.

"What is the news?" Eric asked as he moved.

"The prince requests your presence - including the princess - and he does not care whether you are asleep or otherwise engaged; it is important." Eric arched an eyebrow at his brother's demand and was about to respond but was beaten to it by the woman in his arms.

"Eric..." Sookie sighed as she stretched like a cat, arching her back causing her hips and stomach to press into Eric's, causing him to stifle a groan as the messenger boy's eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful woman in the king's arms, or perhaps his astonishment was at the fact that she had called him by his first name - which nobody EVER did, whether in public or in a private audience.

The only persons who ever called the king by his first name had always been his mother and father, or his brother. Now that the late king and queen are up in the heavens and King Eric has assumed the throne, no one ever hears the prince call his brother by his first name; they almost never did even when their parents were around. In public or at court, it was almost always 'brother!'

The messenger watched as the king seemed to switch off from those around him and his sole attention was focused on the woman in his arms. He watched the king slide his arm up her spine so that his hand rested against the back of her neck. He looked away, feeling like he was interrupting a private moment as the princess's eyes opened, and turned his back to the two, giving them privacy. He desperately tried to ignore the sound of lips meeting lips, and sighs.

He heard could hear the quiet murmurs between the two; they were clearly lovers. He then heard a slick sound and rustling of sheets before the king spoke again.

"Look at me, boy, what is the news you bring of my brother and Lady Isabelle?" He turned around automatically following the order, trying not to let his eyes wander to the beautiful woman beside the king.

"He said to tell you that he is sorry for the lateness of their arrival; he was planning to be back sooner, but they had a run in with the man Crawford on their way back. Two guards were lost, and they only had one horse as the horses of two guards who died had run off. The prince sent the two guards he had left back with Crawford to make sure he didn't do anything else, and cause more damage. The Lady Isabelle is well, but upset upon hearing her family's downfall and the hurtful words her father showered her with."

"Tell my brother we will meet him in his rooms as soon as we can," Eric said firmly. Perhaps he should have sent spies to watch over Crawford and his wife instead of sending them off on their own, barefoot, and not allowing them to take any of their belongings - as they would not look like a poor person in expensive material and their own family guards.

"Tell the maids to bring the princess the finest silk dresses they have."

"ER-" He cut her, off after feeling her stiffen beside him.

"Lover, you cannot wear the same thing twice, plus as much as I love seeing you in that pretty white dress, a princess, or any royal of any kind of blood should wear and have the best kind of clothing they can find." Eric glared at the stable boy who was eyeing HIS Sookie in a way he did not like.

"Go, tell my brother NOW and keep your eyes away from where they are not wanted." They both watched the boy blush and Sookie giggled from her perch next to Eric in the bed.

"Ye-yes Your Ma-Majesty." The boy stumbled over his words at being caught red-handed. The princess had moved so she was tucked tightly into the king's side, with his arm around her shoulders, and her head resting against his chest. The sheets had been pulled up above her breasts, just the tops of the round mounds showing, slightly.

"Oh and tell him, I do not enjoy being commanded or ordered to do something, especially at this hour of the morning, including his untimely arrival and order." The king smirked at the princess, who flushed a pretty color.

"Now go," the King said. As the boy left, he saw the king pull the princess down under the covers. With his back turned to him, the boy could see that the gossip was not false – the king had a very strong back and shoulders.

He quickly ran out of the room - before his mind started wandering - and ran to the prince's chambers to relay the message. He had a feeling the king would be keeping his brother waiting.

There is a sequel to this story...unfortunately I have not been able to track it down. All I have is a preview of the very first chapter. Which of course I'm still going to finish. If there's anyone who remembers what happened in A Face from the Past, it would please me greatly if you could point me in the right direction. REVIEW!