Chapter 3

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Making Out and Tattoos

Senior Year … 2nd Semester

"Eric, we have to stop," I said as I continued to stroke his … you know. I then pulled my shirt down and continued to kiss him and tried talking to him. "We can't keep doing this. We said that we were going to wait. You can't keep kissing me like this. I'm going to lose all of my inhibitions and we're going to end up going all the way. I'm a good girl and good girls don't go all the way until after graduation. If we don't stop, I won't be able to stop. You realize how hard it is for me to stop when we do this. You will be the very end of me." I kissed him once more as I panted through my frustrations. "Now, zip your pants."

I don't know how he could've zipped his pants. My hand was still wrapped around his … you know.

He moved from my lips and began nibbling at my neck and my ear. "Why do you think I keep doing it?" he asked. "I want you, Sookie. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you. You're all I've ever wanted."

Finally taking the risk of removing my hand from his … you know, I took his face in my hands and kissed him one more time before asking, "Why do you keep saying things like that? You know how hard it is for me to say no to you. Stop saying things like that. You are making this so hard for me."

He shook his head as he looked at me. "I can't stop saying things like that because they're true. I love you, Sookie." He began to snake his hands underneath my shirt and under my bra. He began to flick his fingers over my nipples. He smiled against my mouth as I moaned.

My idiot boyfriend then began kissing me once again and idiot Sookie let him. I don't know why I can't and won't say no to him. He kisses me so deeply and his lips are just too soft. I've told him to stop using strawberry flavored Chapstick but he won't do it. He said that it makes his lips kissable and supple. What teenage boy talks like that … kissable and supple … really?

I began to push him away once again. "You have to stop," I begged. I removed his hands from boobies and sighed. "No more," I said. "We said that we would wait. Don't make it hard for me, Eric. Now, zip your pants."

Eric sat back in his seat and smiled at me as he began tucking his huge … you know, back into his pants as he zipped them. It pained me see him tucking himself away from my view.

My goodness, he looks so good. Every part of him looks so good.

Smiling at me, he said, "Sookie?"

Batting my eyes at him, I answered, "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "I'm great. I just need for you to take what I'm saying seriously. You have to go along with what I say when I say stop. When I keep kissing you and I tell you to stop, you have to make me stop. It's not fair that you don't try harder."

He laughed as he asked, "What?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know perfectly well what I mean. Will you do it?"

"Not a problem," he said. "If that's what you really want, I'll stop. I won't ever kiss you again. I won't ever tell you how much I love the taste of your mouth. I won't ever tell you how good it feels to have you run your fingers through my hair as you pull me into your kiss. Deal?" he asked as he put his shirt on.

I licked my lips and swallowed as I watched the muscles in his arms and chest ripple as he pulled his shirt over his body. "Deal," I croaked. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Deal," I said a lot clearer. "You have to get me home. Gran said that if I'm late again, I won't be going with you to the Homecoming Dance and I really want to go to this one."

"Why is that? We've always gone to the Homecoming Dance together," he asked as he turned to face me. I almost laughed at him because he looked kind of cramped in the backseat of his Corvette.

I scooted closer to him and said, "Because this will be our first homecoming dance as a couple. We used to always go as friends but now we're going as a couple."

"A couple of what?" he asked innocently.

"Eric," I said. "I'm serious. I really want this. I'm your girlfriend now and I want to go as your girlfriend."

"You were always the one that said that we were going as friends. I never said that. You've always been my girlfriend." He then shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it wasn't that way to you but to me, we always went as a couple. You've always been my girl. I've never needed a homecoming dance for that."

"Awww," I said. I draped my arms over his shoulders and touched his nose with mine. "I love you."

"I'm loveable," he replied.

"Yes, you are," I said. "Now take me home." I gave him a quick peck before crawling over the front passenger seat of the car. "I can't be late."

Unlike me, he couldn't crawl over the front seat. He had to reach around and open the door and get out that way. Once he was back in the car, he settled in and buckled himself in as he talked to me. "I don't think that it's fair that you can kiss me and I can't kiss you. I feel that it's a double standard and it's a violation of my civil rights." He gave me a curt nod as he cranked the car and drove along.

I have never laughed so hard in all of my life and that is why I love him. He's good for me. We're good for each other. Where I'm always so serious, he's always making me laugh. Where he's not serious enough, I keep him grounded. It's always been that way with us. We're perfect for each other.

Since the day that I kissed him in the hallway, Eric and I have been inseparable and I wouldn't have it any other way. I think that the kiss at the basketball game is what did it; especially for me. That one kiss and I couldn't get enough of him. I had to get another taste of his lips in the hallway. The kiss in the cafeteria really sealed the deal with everyone and especially with us. I guess it's meant to be. The kiss that stopped my heart was wonderful but I wanted him to ask me to be his girl. He didn't. I felt that our relationship was missing that extra something because he didn't ask. Pam doesn't agree.

She said that it's because in high school, kids just start dating and that's that. "I dated Charlie for a couple of weeks but only because I told him that he was off limits to other girls. After a week, I got tired of him and then dumped him without telling him. It was good while it lasted and then it was over. I was over him and that was that. That's high school, Sookie." She shrugged her shoulders. "It's high school. Just go with it. Enjoy it. Stop analyzing everything. Besides, what you and Eric have, isn't just a high school fling. You two are in this for the long haul. I guarantee it."

I appreciated that. I really did but that wasn't enough for me. I'm in high school for goodness sakes. I wanted him to ask me to be his.

I told her that I felt slighted since Eric never asked me to be his girl. "The only thing we said to each other is that 'we're good'. I can't just go with it, Pam. Let's think about this for a minute. Let's really think about this. Am I truly his girlfriend since he never officially asked me to be? Where do I stand here? Do I have any girlfriend rights?" I asked. "Do I have the right to get jealous when one of the cheerbitches hits on him? I mean, this is something to ponder. I could just be thinking that I'm his girlfriend when I'm really just his friend when I really want to be his girlfriend. Do you get what I'm telling you? Do you hear what I'm saying? Does any of this make any sense to you at all?"

She never answered me because she said that it was some of the stupidest shit she'd ever heard in her life. Gran agreed. I brought my arguments to her because I just knew that she would see things my way. Pointless to say, I was wrong.

"Quit being simple, Sookie," she said. "You've been with that boy almost as long as I've been with your grandfather. Now go and get ready for bed. I don't have time for this nonsense." She mumbled and shook her head. "Am I his girlfriend? Yes, you're his girlfriend."

Anyway, we've been together for almost a year and it's been great. I don't know how it's possible but Eric and I are closer than we've ever been and I love it. I never believed that I could ever love one person as much as I love him. He is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asked as he glanced at me. "I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" I asked. "You know how I hate surprises." I began to shake my head. "Surprises just don't go well with me. We don't mesh."

"Are you kidding me?" he asked.

"No," I answered. "I don't like surprises."

He frowned at me. "You liar," he said. "You've always loved surprises. Don't you remember the surprise birthday party that we threw for Pam? It was the best party of the year. Everyone in our senior class showed up at her house. College students showed up, Sookie. It was the best night and you know it. People are still talking about that party and they're asking when we're going to throw another one. And you have even been planning on throwing another one. And now, all of a sudden, you hate surprises? That surprise party was great, Sookie."

I pulled down the visor as I put on a little peppermint Chapstick. "It may have been but that was so long ago," I replied.

"Sookie," Eric said as he looked at me with a frown on his face. "It was just last month."

"Teenagers are fickle," I said as I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm a teenager."

I could see him shaking his head as I looked at him from the corner of my eye smiled.

A few minutes later, we were in front of my house. Before I got out of his car, he said, "I'll be here to pick you up at 11:00. Don't be slowing around either. We have to be there at 12:00."

Before opening the car door, I leaned over and kissed him goodnight. "I'll be ready. Call me when you get home," I said. "And no speeding, Eric Northman." He drives like a nut on the back roads and it terrifies me. He says that he can 'really open her up' on these roads. What that means, I don't know. I just know that I don't like him speeding.

"I won't," he answered in a nonchalant manner.

"I mean it, Eric Northman," I said as I glared at him.

"I won't speed," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too and don't speed." I jumped out of the car and closed the door behind me.

As I walked to the house, I couldn't help but think that this surprise was going to be the pits. Eric's surprises are the worst. He tried surprising me once before by hiding in my closet with a big teddy bear and some white roses that he'd gotten me for my birthday. Instead of jumping out and surprising me like he was supposed to, he'd fallen asleep … in the closet. He woke up about two hours later.

When he walked out of my closet, I had just gotten out of the shower and there he was standing in my bedroom; looking lost and confused.

I screamed and dropped my towel.

"Wow," he mumbled as he smiled. "Wow! My imagination doesn't do you justice," he whispered. He made a move in my direction but he didn't get but so far.

That's the precise moment Gran came running into my room. She saw me standing in the middle of my bedroom naked and screaming with Eric gawking at me. You can only imagine what was going through her mind. It was horrifying.

I was kind of hoping that I'd oversleep.

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"This is my surprise?!" I yelled. "I got ready on time for this?"

He cocked an eyebrow and said, "Well, yeah."

"I can't get a tattoo, Eric," I exclaimed. "Do you know what Gran would do to me if she ever saw it? She would skin me alive! What in the world were you thinking when you decided this?"

"I was thinking that we could get tattoos." He looked at me all lopsided like and smiled. "Maybe even matching tattoos; that would be so cool. It'll be a symbol of our love. I think that it would be great. I thought that you would like it. It's something that we can do together." A sad look appeared on his face.

And right then and there, I knew that I was going to fold. He gave me the look. "Don't look at me like that. You know that I can't say no to you when you look at me like that." Those beautiful blue eyes always break my heart; especially when he looks at me as if he's this lost little boy.

"We're eighteen years old, Sookie," he said.

I raised my hand and stopped him. "You're eighteen. I have four more months to go before I'm eighteen. And that doesn't matter. What does matter is that Gran will kill me."

"Who's going to tell her?" he asked. "I'm not. And anyway, we're about to graduate. We don't need our parents' permission and they're not going to see them. We'll get them in places where they'll never think to look." Then this look appeared in his eyes. He began to use his fingers to walk along my thigh. "You can get 'Eric's' tattooed on your inner thigh with a little pink arrow pointing at your sweet, little …"

"Don't you dare say it," I said as I playfully punched his arm.

He opened his mouth again but I stopped him.

"Don't," I repeated as I leaned in and kissed him. "Where are you going to get your tattoo?"

"It's a surprise," he said as he kissed along my jaw. "I'm going to get your name tattooed in a place where no one will ever be but you."

A serious look then appeared on my face. "Not my name," I said. "I'd hate for you to regret it. What if we don't stay together forever? What if something happens as to where we can't stay together?"

Eric sat back away from me. "Are you saying that you don't want to be with me?"

"No, baby," I said. "But things happen. I don't want you to feel as if you've made a mistake."

"Never," he said. "I want no one but you, Sookie." He began to nibble at my neck and he knows what that does to me. "Come on, lover. Let's get matching tattoos. Please," he said he nipped at my neck. "We don't have to get each other's names. We can get something that shows that we belong to each other. You know that you want to. Stop being the good girl all of the time and do something daring." He licked my neck and lightly bit it.

Chills ran through me.

"I'll never tell," he whispered in my ear.

I held onto him tighter as I nodded my head. "Okay," I breathed in his ear.

He looked at me and kissed me full on this time. "I know what I'm getting and I know where I'm getting it. I'll show you after it's done."

"Okay," I agreed. "I don't know what I'm getting or where it's going but I'll do it because I love you." I moved in close to Eric and said, "Tattoos are forever. You know that, right? There's no going back after we do this. This is a major bond for us."

"I don't want to go back," he said as he stared into my eyes. "You are my forever, Sookie."

I kissed him hard and passionately when he said that. I believe that I would've given myself to him if we hadn't have been in the parking lot of a tattoo parlor.

Soon after, we walked into the parlor holding hands. Eric went and sat down. I guess he meant it when he said that he knows what he's getting. When the guy came out, I looked at him from head to toe and I'd never seen anything like him before in my life. He was covered in tattoos and piercings. He had black rings with holes in them hanging from his earlobes. It was like he had 3D earlobes. My mouth fell open from surprise.

"What's up, beautiful?" he asked.

I shook my head no. Why? Don't ask.

He then looked over at Eric and his eyes brightened. "Sup, man," he exclaimed. "Are you finally going to get the gages put in your ears?"

"No," I exclaimed as I found my voice. "He is not. Eric?" I said as I looked at him.

He looked at me and said, "It was just an idea. I was never really going to do it."

"It was a bad idea and I would never let you do it," I replied. "Think about your future career." I huffed as I shook my head at such an absurd idea. "Gages, my goodness no. Your ears will look like his," I said as I pointed at him.

Tattoos mouth fell open from surprise as did mine. I quickly apologized for my rudeness. "Forgive me," I said. "I didn't mean to be rude but the thought of Eric doing that to himself disturbs me."

He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders as if he'd expected me to react the way that I did. He turned away from me and turned to face Eric. "Is this the wife?" Tattoos jokingly asked him.

Eric nodded. "After we graduate college, she will be," he answered.

"If you get gages, I won't be," I mumbled as I went back to the pictures on the walls.

"So, whatcha need?" Tattoos asked Eric.

"We're here to get the tattoos," he said.

I looked at Eric and smiled though I was panicking inside.

Tattoos looked at me with a sneer on his face and pointed at me with his thumb. "She's getting a tattoo? You really talked her into getting one?"

"And why not?" I asked. "I can get a tattoo if I want to."

Tattoos looked at me and full on laughed in my face. "You're too much of a goody, goody to get a tattoo. I could smell the goody, goody on you when you walked through the door. That's what made me come from the back room. Someone that smells like cotton candy and cherry popsicles, doesn't get a tattoo. Maybe you should get one of those washable ones that are in gumball machines. That's more your speed."

When he said that, my mouth fell open once again, from surprise. "Excuse me?"

The corner of Tattoos mouth twitched as if he wanted to laugh. "You heard me," he said. "You're not the tattoo type of girl. You're a henna type of girl. It washes off. Or like I said before, a bubblegum tattoo would better suit you."

I walked over to him and stood toe to toe with him. I placed my hands on my hips and stared into his eyes. "What's your name?"

"Chow," he replied.

"Well, Chow," I said. "You don't know me. You know nothing about me. For all you know, I'm the one that talked Eric into getting a tattoo."

Eric shook his head no. "But she didn't," he said. "It was my idea. She didn't even want to come."

I looked at Eric and said, "You, be quiet."

He pretended to zip his lip but still made the many gestures to show that it was all his idea.

Chow started to laugh. "Let me guess what type of tattoo that you want. You want a butterfly or a snowflake. Is that it?"

"No, jerk," I said. "I want something sweet and sophisticated."

"A unicorn shitting on a rainbow?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact," I said. "No. I want my unicorn to be standing upright and wearing a leather jacket with motorcycle boots. And he has to be holding his … you know what in one hand and a cigarette in the other."

Chow laughed as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard before in his life. He called out to whoever was in the back room. When she came up front, he told her what I'd said and she laughed … loudly. I looked over at Eric and he was looking at me as if he was proud that his girlfriend has a potty mouth … well a sort of potty mouth. At least he should have the good graces to be ashamed of what I'd said. If he'd said it, I'd be embarrassed.

He then came over and put his arms around me and asked, "Didn't I tell you that she was awesome?"

The girl, Ginger, agreed with him as she walked out of the back room. "To put up with the likes of you, Eric, she'd have to be." She had just as many tattoos and piercings as her friend, Chow. I have no idea how Eric ever met up with these people but I'm not too surprised. Everyone that he comes in contact with wants to be around him.

Ignoring her tattoos and piercings, I looked at Ginger and asked, "He talks about me to you guys?"

"Every chance that he gets," Chow said. "If your name is Sookie then you're the girl that hung the sun and the moon according to the gospel of Eric. You're Sookie, right?"

I nodded my head yes. "I am."

I looked at Eric and he didn't look the least bit embarrassed about what they'd revealed to me. As a matter of fact, he looked as if I shouldn't be surprised at what they've told me.

Ginger laughed. "You have no idea how many times I've hit on this guy and he turns me down every single time because of you. He's loyal to you. I'll tell you that much. You're a lucky girl, Sookie. You'd better hang on to him. Not many of his type are left in this world." She looked at Eric and winked at him. And by the twinkle in her green eyes, I could tell that she is attracted to him.

"I will," I whispered as I tucked my bottom lip in between my teeth as I stared at my man. I wanted to jump on his bones and let him do whatever he wanted to do to me but I couldn't do that. I could do something better.

Ginger then looked at me and asked, "So, do you know what you want?"

Looking at Eric, I said, "I do. I know exactly what I want."

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yes," I said as I looked at her.

Before letting her lead me to the back, Eric took my hand and said, "Don't tell me what it is. We won't tell each other until after it heals."

"Okay," I said.

"Okay," he said. He leaned down to kiss me before letting Chow lead him away.

I guess I was wrong.

I don't hate surprises as much as I thought I did.