Chapter 6

Graduation Night 2004...

He's Magnificent!

When I'd gotten out of the shower, I put on the sexy lavender negligee that Pam helped me pick out. After getting up my nerve, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself. I looked kind of okay and it surprised me. No surprise to anyone but I've never done anything like this before in my life. I've always imagined this moment and it's always been with Eric ... though I never wanted to admit it. I've always imagined it being a magical and wonderful thing. We would hold one another and we'd never want to let each other go. And I want this night to happen so much. I really want this to be a beautiful night for both of us.

And it's going to happen just as soon as I work up the nerve to leave the bathroom. I am so nervous. Each time I reach for the door knob, I withdraw my hand. I'm scared that he won't be pleased with me. He may not like what he sees. It's different when you're in the backseat of a corvette ... at night. There are lights on in here. He can see everything. I am just so nervous. I mean, we've done other things but this is different. We were going to go all the way. This was it. This was really going to happen. I needed to do this. I wanted to do this. I want to get out of this bathroom.

"You can do this, Sookie. You know him. You've known him since kindergarten. You can do this. Hell, you're ready for this night. You've been ready for this night for a very long time." I nodded at reflection Sookie and smiled.

There was no reason for me to be nervous. He's always said that he likes my body. He said that he's always been partial to curves and believe me, I have curves. He's always said that he thinks I'm beautiful. My face is fresh and clean; no makeup. No point in putting any on when I'd more than likely sweat it all off. I dabbed a little peppermint Chapstick on my lips and spritzed myself with a little perfume. I have on no underwear. Pam said that they would only get in the way. She also said that it would be pretty stupid to wear panties to a sex party.

"Okay, Sookie," I said to myself. "It's time."

I was all set. We were all set. There was only one question that I needed to ask myself; do you love him? Are you willing to do this?

Yes and yes.

When I walked into the bedroom, Eric was holding something in his hands all the while wearing a pair of silky black boxers. Some song was playing in the background. I didn't see what he was holding and I didn't know the name of the song because all I saw was Eric. His blond hair had fallen into his face. From the look in his eyes, he was just as nervous as I was but his face remained as cool and as steady as always. His eyes were seeing right to the soul of me. I licked my lips as I stared at the man that stood before me. All of my inhibitions were gone. He'd never looked so amazing as he did in the moment.

"You're so handsome," I whispered as I walked to him. "You're the most handsome man I've ever seen."

"You're gorgeous." He dropped whatever it was that he was holding onto the floor and kissed me with such deepness and passion that my body went completely limp in his arms. His hands were caressing my back as he pulled me closer to him.

"I've thought of you all day, every day since the first day that we met." he said as he placed his hands on either side of my face and looked into my eyes. "When I woke up this morning, your face was the only face that I wanted to see. That's the way it's always been for me. I am so in love with you, Sookie. You are my very breath."

As I looked up at him, at that very second, I realized that my entire life's happiness is wrapped up in him. Every dream. Every story. Every memory. Everything is and will always be Eric Northman. I am hopelessly and helplessly in love with him.

"I want you so much, Eric," I whispered.

He smiled as his lips moved down to my neck and he started to remove the flimsy robe from my body. As it fell to the floor, he caressed my body and his hands went underneath my negligee. When he cupped my bottom in his hands, I began to sigh. He lifted my arms up over my head and removed the offending garment. For the first time ever, I heard Eric catch his breath. It was a wondrous sound.

"Beautiful," he whispered as he stepped back and looked at me. He admired my body for just a second but his eyes always locked back onto mine. "You're so beautiful."

He placed his hand on the back of my head as he pulled me in for a deeper kiss. My sweet, sweet man tilted my head back so that he could kiss me even more passionately. And I relished it. I relished the feel of him pulling me tightly against his body. And I groaned as I melted into him. With that groan, I gave him permission to take me. To love me anyway that he wanted.

Mercilessly, he kissed me into dizziness. I was filled with desire and the need to feel him on me, in me. I began to touch him ... run my hands over his body ... caress his muscles. I sighed with relief as I felt his warm underneath my hands. I loved that my touch made him shiver. I feel alive when I touch him. Even though we're only exploring, I can't believe that I've waited this long to let him love me.

He then lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. Once we were lying on the bed, he kissed my breasts; ignoring my nipples but only for a moment. When his mouth latched on, it felt amazing. He'd done it before but it never felt as good as it does tonight. I held onto him as tightly as I could. His mouth and his hands were all over me. There was not an inch of my body that he didn't touch or claim as his own as his mouth and tongue kissed my nipples over and over again. I began to hold him tighter as he kissed his way to my neck. He gave my neck licks and sweet little nips.

I couldn't just lie there any longer. I needed to touch him and make him feel the way he'd made me feel. Even though I was kissing his face and his neck, he never once lost focus of what he was doing to me. I began to kiss his chest. He moaned at the feel of my lips on him. Before I had a chance to remove his boxers, he pulled my lips back to his.

He was soon on top of me and kissing me even more passionately than ever. With ease and care, he slipped his hand in between my legs. His fingers found their way home. He began to kiss his way down my body. I know that Eric and I have done other things but he kissed my ... hootchie. He kissed around it as he opened me up. I flinched from surprise because I never in a million years expected what he'd done next. He'd placed his lips to my nub and I gasped. OH MY GOODNESS! He'd never done that.

And it felt so good!

Oh, God, why did we wait so long to do this!

I threw my head back because I had no choice. There was nothing else for me to do. My eyes were closed as Eric loved me with his tongue and his fingers. I'd never known such pleasure in ever.

"Look at me, lover," he said.

I did as he told me to. His hand held onto my eyes as he made love to me with his tongue. I placed my hand on his head and began to move with rhythm of fingers and his tongue. I've never known such pleasure. I was covered in goose bumps. I bit my bottom lip as things began to happen to me that had never happened. I mean we'd done stuff but never like this. Eric watched as my breath began to quicken. He began to love me even slower with his tongue. I closed my eyes as anticipation flared through me.

"Let me see your beautiful eyes."

My eyes fluttered as I locked onto his and then it happened. A soft moan escaped my lips and my body trembled as I had an orgasm. Eric began to moan through the orgasm with me.

After the orgasm had slowly washed away, he kissed his way to my mouth. I began to place the softest kisses to his face and nibble on his neck. A growl erupted deeply from his chest. His breath was quickening just as mine had done. I began to flick my tongue over his ear lobe. I pulled it with my teeth; he growled even louder. His hands were suddenly grasping my bottom; pulling me closer to him. I began to grind myself against his hardness. I'd never done that before in all of the times we'd fooled around; well not without panties. And this was so freaking good. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I couldn't take this too much longer.

Almost as if he knew, he asked, "What do you want, Sookie?"

My hips began to move uncontrollably against him. "You, Eric; I want you."

When I said that, he caught my bottom lip between his teeth. I started to squirm against him as I whimpered softly. My hootchie was throbbing so much that it was taking the little bit of breath that I had left.

"I love you so much," I said.

He was holding me tightly to his chest. I raised my hands to brush the hair from his face. He stood slowly from the bed and removed his boxers.

My eyes widened with surprise. I'd never seen anything so intimidating and so beautiful in my life. I've given him hand jobs but I've never seen him like this. If he were any other man, I would have been frightened but because he is mine and my best friend, I knew that he would be gentle with me and love me as no one in this world ever could or would.

I must have looked fearful, though I wasn't, because he asked, "Are you sure?"

"I want you," I said barely above a whisper. "I've only ever wanted you."

He reached for the condom that he had waiting on the nightstand. When it was on, he leaned over me and positioned himself to enter me. I slowly opened my thighs; offering him an invitation to take me. But he didn't do that. He teased me. He continued to kiss my neck, my shoulders, my mouth. He took the head of his gracious plenty and rubbed it gently through me. And out of instinct, I raised my hips to meet him.

Gently, he entered me just a little bit at a time. To my surprise, there was very little pain. It was as if we were made to fit. With each movement that he made, I held my breath and started to feel overwhelmed by how much I wanted to feel all of him inside of me. His groans were soft as he entered me slowly ... achingly slowly.

"Perfect," he mumbled.

My body began to quiver as I started to move with him. Before I knew it, all of him was inside of me and it still wasn't enough. I never wanted to let him go. He kissed me over and over again as his hands clenched my hips. I moved slowly underneath him. Out of impulse and need, I began to roll my hips. Before I knew it, my hands had gripped his tight bottom; pushing him deeper inside of me. In an instant, I was lost in Eric. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

There was no pain. There was only ecstasy and love. I couldn't think of anything but Eric. I'd given myself totally and completely to him. It was feeling so good. With each stroke, he was deeper and deeper inside of me. I could feel things building inside of me that I knew only he could make me feel. He looked in my eyes as he loved me. I swirled my hips against him and for just a second he closed his eyes. I knew that he could hold it no longer. Neither could I.

"Make love to me, baby," I cried out.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he breathed harder.

"Please, Eric," I begged. Sharp gasps filled our bedroom.

As he thrust deeper and deeper inside of me, he whispered in my ear that he loves me. "Forever, Sookie," he said as I clinched his ass and rolled my hips to match his thrusts.

I could feel my hootchie begin to tighten around him and at that moment, I lost all reason. My desire for him was all that I could see. He moaned into my ear and I could feel him throbbing inside of me. I cried out in amazement at the passion that was taking me over. I lifted my legs higher and wider as he gripped my hips in his hands. He thrust deeper inside of me. He was going faster and harder as he growled.

"Cum with me, lover," he said through clinched teeth.

Everything was drowned out by our cries and moans. Our bodies trembled together as the waves of ecstasy washed over us again and again. When the moment had passed, our eyes locked onto each other and we were lost in each other. We rested for an hour and relished in the joys of the first time that we'd made love.

A little while later, Eric suggested a shower. It was a nice and beautiful shower I might add. So far, we'd made love twice in one night. After we'd explored each other's bodies in the shower, we mutually decided that it was bedtime. Eric held me close to him as he began to doze off to sleep. When he kissed my nose, I buried my face into his chest and thought about all that we'd done tonight. And for some unknown reason, I was suddenly embarrassed … for him.

"Oh God," I moaned. I peeked up at him as I started to giggle. "You were so loud that second time. I can't believe how loud you were. I'll bet that everyone here to could hear you."

He looked down at me. "Me? If they heard anyone, it was you," he said. "It wasn't me, lover. It sounded like you. 'Please, Eric, please.' 'It's happening again, Eric,' 'I'm going to come, Eric,' 'You're so big, Eric,' 'Make love to me, Eric.' At least I thought that was you." He laughed quietly as he closed his eyes again.

"Oh, goodness, I can't believe that I said those things," I said as I hid my face in his chest. "Umm… Eric?"

"Yes, lover," he said.

"Did I do it right ... both times? Was I good at it?" I traced my finger over his chest as I asked, "Were you pleased with me?" I whispered.

"You were perfect," he said.

"I know that I may not be as good as the other girls that you've been with but I can get better. I don't have a lot of experience but I am …" I started.

Eric cut me off and asked, "Why do you assume that I've been with other girls? You keep assuming that I have, Sookie. If you want to know, why don't you just ask me?"

"Because you never give me a straight answer," I said. "When I asked you, you gave me your regular, smart ass answer and that's it." I sat up and looked at him. "That's why I think that you've been with other girls. I have no problems with it. I just want to be able to please you. That's all that I want."

He sat up with me and said, "You satisfy me more than anyone ever could." He leaned forward and said, "I love you, Sookie. I've always loved you." He placed his hand and on the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss.

Once the kiss was broken, I leaned in and kissed his tattoo.

He then leaned in and kissed mine.

"Yours," I whispered.

"Yours," he repeated.

I've always known that. I'll always be his and he'll always be mine. He's always been true to me and I've never doubted him. I never will and I wanted to ask him about his sexual past but we needed to discuss what was right around the corner; college. I'm not going to ask him to change his plans for me but I want to know where we'll stand when we go off on our own.

For four long years, we won't be together. Summers and holidays aren't going to be enough. When he went to Florida with his parents for a week last summer, I craved him. We hadn't been dating very long but I missed him something terrible. He called me every night but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for either of us. If we couldn't handle Florida for a week, college was going to be murder. I knew that things would change as soon as we were apart. Long distance romances never last. They always end with someone having a broken heart. No matter how many promises of staying together are made, they always end.

Always.

"This is going to be hard. You're leaving for California and I'm leaving for Rhode Island. I've wanted nothing more than to make love with you and it was better than I could have ever imagined. We are so much better than I've ever imagined but how are we going to make this work on two different coasts? Phone calls are going to be next to impossible. Visits are going to damned near impossible."

He looked down at his hands after I asked him what was going to happen to us. He sighed before he answered me. "We'll find a way; if this is what we really want." He then looked away from me.

When he did that, my heart dropped. What if he decides that long distance isn't going to be good enough for him? Maybe he's going to want more and that's something that I can't give to him. Maybe I can switch schools so that we can be together but what if he doesn't want that? What if he's not sure of what he wants. What if I'm turning this into something that it doesn't have to be? What if he's feeling the exact same thing that I'm feeling? What if neither of us knows what to do … what to expect?

Then my mind went back to my pervious thoughts. He loves me and I love him. We are going to make it. We are going to beat all of the odds. But my flip flopping mind kept thinking that he was going to leave me. He couldn't do the long distance thing. He was going to tell me that we could pick up where we left off after graduation … if he still wanted me. I smiled to myself. He wants me. He's always wanted me.

Right?

After my mindless and useless flip flopping, I jumped up from the bed in all of my naked glory and said, "We don't have to do this. It's okay. I knew what it was when we planned this. It's okay. Maybe after we graduate college, we can pick up where we left off; if we don't meet other people." I figured if I said it, it would make things easier for him … for me.

I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around me. I went into the living room and looked out at the rose garden. I hoped against hope that he wouldn't come in there with me though I knew that he would. I didn't want him to.

I didn't want him to see me crying.

Eric's reflection was now in the picture window standing behind me. He wrapped his arms around me as we stared out into the night. His reflection was looking at my sad face. He leaned down and said to me, "I love you."

I leaned back into him and said, "I know. This is a beautiful place. Thank you for bringing me here."

"It was our first time. It needed to be in a special place."

His arms went around me as he kissed the top of my head. We looked out into the night and enjoyed each other's company for as long as we could.

I think that my sadness and mindless blathering has me terrified of what our future may hold. I can't stand the thought of not seeing him on a daily basis. I've always seen him and pretty soon, I wouldn't be seeing him. And it hurts. It's breaking my heart.

Eric leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Stay right here. I have a surprise for you."

I watched him as he left the living room. He went into the bedroom and came back carrying a box … a big box. He sat on the couch and patted the seat beside him. "Come on over and sit down with me. I have something to show you."

"What is that?" I asked as I smiled.

"Come on."

I pulled the covers around me as they dragged across the floor. When I sat with him, he handed me the box and said, "Open it."

I pulled the top from the box and in it was a Brown University sweat suit. I took the sweat suit from the box and held it out in front of me. It was nice of him to buy this for me but it was way too big and he knows that I only wear sweats when I'm running or when I'm working in the yard with Gran. There was no way I was going to walk around campus in a sweat suit and an oversized one on top of that. Plus, it was brown.

Can you say ewww?

I held the pants up and frowned at them. They were way too big … and they were brown. "Thanks, Eric," I said. "But I'm a medium. I can't wear this. And brown has never been a good color on me. I look like a dog turd when I wear brown. No one looks good in brown."

He said nothing. He sat back on the couch with his elbows resting on the back of the couch he looked at me. "You have a lot of book sense, lover, but when it comes to common sense, you amaze me."

I let the pants fall from my body. I then stood up with one hand on my hip and my finger aimed at his face and I was ready to blast him away and then I thought about what he'd just said. I thought about the too big, brown pants and closed my eyes as I sighed. He was right. I have not an ounce of common sense. I can read the hell out of an encyclopedia and can tell you everything that I've read word for word but when it comes to something like this, I'm lost.

Smiling at him, I said, "I'm stupid and you're magnificent."

"Yep," he responded.

I nodded and agreed with him. "I am so stupid."

"Yep," he repeated.

"You're going with me?" I asked as my naked body straddled his.

"Yep," he said once again.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yep," he said.

I took his face into my hands and looked into his eyes and said, "I don't want you to regret this. You have always talked about going to UCLA. Your dream has always been to have a business of your own. UCLA has so much more to offer you. They have what you want, the classes that you need. UCLA is your chance to do what you've always dreamed of. You've been talking about being your own boss since I've known you. Ten years from now, I don't want you regretting this decision. I don't want you to regret me. Are you sure?"

He only looked at me and smiled.

Happy tears streamed down my cheeks. "Are you really, really sure?"

He brushed the tears my face. "They offer business classes at Brown, Sookie. They have just as much to offer me as UCLA does; if not more, but there's one downfall to UCLA that I just couldn't get past."

"What's that?" I asked as I smiled; knowing the answer.

"UCLA doesn't offer you and you are what I want," he answered.

"Why do you do this?" I yelled into his face as I kissed him.

Smiling, he asked, "Do what, Sookie?"

"This," I said as I pointed at the brown sweat suit. "Why do you do things that make it impossible for me to ever be able to love any other man but you? And you know what Eric Northman? I love you. I really, really love you."

"I know, lover," he said.

For the third time that night, Eric and I made love.

Because of work, I am going to post Thursday's chapter Wednesday. I want each of you to know that I appreciate you. Thank you for reading, reviewing, and making my story one of your favorites. Have a great day and I hope that y'all enjoy it.