Spellbound

Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. This chapter caught me during one of my pity parties. So forgive me if you feel that it doesn't fit but for me, it's cathartic and I so desperately need it. Again thank you for your time.

The main characters belong to Ms. Charlaine Harris but the story idea is mine.

Sookie sat at her desk and turned on the computer. She'd planned on reading over the marriage contract to see if she could find any loopholes. She didn't care how long it took; she was going to find something that was going to work in their favor. There has to be something there. There's always something there. If she has to read all night long then that's what she is going to do or so she'd planned.

Instead of reading the contract, she stared at their wedding picture. It held beautiful memories for her even if in the beginning the marriage wasn't what she thought it would be. She thought of their first dance and how he looked into her eyes.

"He looked so deep into my eyes. He looked into my very soul that night."

She believed that he saw her; not her name, not her title, not the contract. He saw her. She thought of how he held her. She thought of how it all seemed so real and to know now that he felt the same way that she did made that day even more beautiful. It was the best day of her life. She'd married the man that she loves. They've had their difficulties and many misunderstandings. She was going to end the marriage; let him go but they worked it out and now this. It pained her to think that their life together could possibly be in jeopardy. Her heart was breaking and she wanted so desperately for everything to be the way it should be.

Since their reconnection, things for them had changed. They were new and exciting. They were willing to do whatever it took in order to stay together. They'd more than proven that to one another. She didn't want to have to miss the feel of his touch or the slight brush of lips when he kisses her or whispers in her ear. She didn't want to have to live in a home that he was no longer a part of. She didn't want to go through life without the man that she'd planned on spending the rest of her life with. It's not how it's supposed to be. Living without each other was never a part of their plan ... not now, not ever. The plan was to grow together and to love together. She's not supposed to love him from afar. He's not supposed to be alone anymore. They are a family. No one was going to take from them what they didn't give.

"We didn't fight this hard to just give it all away."

There was no way she was going to wallow in self pity. She was going to read over the contract and search for loopholes. There's always a loophole. Everything has a flaw and she was going to find it. She turned on her computer and stared at the blank screen. And she did nothing. The little clock in the right hand corner stared her in the face.

"5:30," she whispered as she pushed away from the desk. It's only 5:30 and she felt that time was ticking away.

She chuckled at her silliness as she went outside and stood on the terrace. She stared out into the evening sky and pondered over what waited for them this very night. Claudette is on some mission for Eric; a surprise mission that she wouldn't tell her about. She had to meet with the police and discuss her missing 'sister'. She didn't know what to expect or how they would react to her. She was almost sure that weren't going to believe what she had to say; especially after they discover that she's married to a vampire. And her husband has to meet with André.

"André," she laughed. "Fucking André; he's half of the head of the fucking council and he can't handle a problem on his own." She shook her head at the very absurdity of it.

She thought of the conversation with him and it put a smile on her face. She could only imagine the fury in his eyes when she read him the riot act. When she told him that Eric wasn't going to meet with him without her, she could feel the anger and the hate in his silence. It almost vibrated through the phone. He probably wanted to tell her that Eric has met with him before without her but he held his tongue. She knew that the only reason André gave in was because she'd called the AP by her given name.

She rested her elbows on the terrace railing. She'd made this huge deal about Eric not meeting with André alone and now she can't even go with him. She didn't trust André's phone call and she doesn't trust him; not now. She used to think that he was their friend but she knows better. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into that Eric had to get him out of? Why couldn't have Sophie Ann handle it for him? She was his second. Something wasn't right.

"I call bullshit."

After last night's anonymous phone call, she'd been on pins and needles. It wasn't a warning for her. She knows that it had to have been a warning for Eric but what if she's wrong? What if the warning is for all of them? She didn't know what to think or what to feel. She appreciated the call but she had to wonder about the caller's motives. Was it a friend? Was it someone that had their best interests at heart? Will they want something in return? If they are trying to help them, why didn't they reveal who they are?

"Dammit," she said into the evening sky.

So many questions. Not enough answers.

"I need you, grandmother. I've never needed you more."

There was no answer. She had to try and figure this out on her own.

"Something is wrong here," she whispered. "But what?"

She knew that something was wrong as soon as they landed in New Orleans. She could feel it. She could feel the danger in the air. It was acrid and strong. She tried to shake the bad feelings off and chalk it all up to being pregnant but that wasn't it. She'd voiced her concerns to Eric but he told her not to worry. He said that they were going to be fine. Pam and Sal are going to be here tonight and everything was going to be fine. Sookie didn't believe that. She wanted to but she couldn't. She also wanted to go with him to meet André but couldn't.

But there is one thing that she can do. She can go to their bedroom and wait for him to rise. She could make sure that André knew that Eric was not in New Orleans alone. Her powers may not be as strong but she was not going to let her husband walk into what could be a trap. She was going to do whatever she could do to protect him. They needed to feed and they needed the connection. The bond has to be stronger than ever now.

As soon as the sunset, Sookie popped herself to their bedroom and waited for him to rise. Because of the anticipation, her body was screaming for him. She was begging for the connection, for the blood. She needed all of him. She stripped herself of her clothes and as soon as she stepped out of her panties, his eyes opened.

Eric's eyes blazed when he inhaled the sweet scent of his wife. It caused his fangs to drop and his hardness to stand at attention. The scent of her arousal greeted him as soon as he opened his eyes.

She walked slowly to the bed and lay down next to him. He took her in his arms. "Hello, my lover," he growled as he claimed her mouth.

Sookie melted into the kiss. His lips were soft and firm, moist and hot. She began to moan in his mouth. That one simple kiss made her feel as if he'd just made love to her. Absolute pleasure washed through her body.

"And that was just a kiss," he mumbled against her lips. "I can't wait to make love to you."

He began kissing her mouth, her neck, and she made those sweet, soft familiar cries as his fingers parted the lips of her wetness; slipping two fingers inside of her. She opened her legs wide and wrapped herself around him. Eric began to nuzzle her breasts and again, she moaned. Sookie began rubbing her warm hand against his hardness. Soon, he was lying on his back.

Sookie eased down between his legs; resting on her knees. She could see in his eyes how beautiful he believes her to be. She could see just how much he truly loves her.

Unnecessarily, he inhaled when she ran her hands over her body. She used her fingertips to caress her already hard nipples. She then moved her hands over her torso and to the blonde mound that awaited him. She used her fingers to open herself up for him. She rolled the hard nub in between her thumb and forefinger as he watched her.

"Yes," he whispered.

Once her finger was wet enough, she reached up and traced her finger across his waiting mouth. As he tasted her, she asked, "Is it good?"

He nodded.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes," he said in his raspiest voice. "Let me taste you."

When she shifted, Eric assumed that Sookie was going to let him taste her but no. She gave her attentions to his hardness. A red pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip. She smiled at him but didn't taste him. She touched the tip gently with the palm of her hand. A small growl filled the back of his throat. She leaned down and blew on it. She then kissed the tip softly before fully taking him into her mouth.

Instinctively, his head fell back and his mouth came open. His hips thrust forward as she loved him with her mouth. He placed his hand on the back of her head as she took him into her mouth over and over again. While his hands were buried in her hair, she licked and sucked the only and the most beautiful hardness she's ever seen. She gently let her teeth graze over the thickness of his hardness. His moans and groans spurned her on.

She slowly released him from her mouth as she licked the tip. As she crawled up his body, he watched as she licked her red, swollen lips. When she reached his mouth, she claimed it as she straddled him. His hardness pulsated against her belly. He reached up and cupped her breasts; thumbing her pert, pink nipples. She began to rock gently against him as she moaned. Sookie then stood up on her knees and reached down between them and rubbed the length of him between her legs. "Say that you want it," she ordered.

"I want it."

She then repositioned herself on her knees with Eric now behind her. He then pressed his body against hers from behind; gently running his hands over her; from her breasts to her legs, not stopping to concentrate on one particular part of her body. He pushed her forward onto her hands and knees. She looked over shoulder at him; biting her bottom lip. His hardness was pulsing and ready to take her; all of her.

Eric took his hardness in his hands and rubbed it through her wetness. He grabbed her hips and positioned her. She whimpered and arched her back as to give him better access. "Please," she whimpered. "Eric, please make love to me."

Sookie knew that's what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear her beg for it. He grabbed his hardness and slid easily into her wetness.

"Perfect," he groaned. "We fit perfectly. Made for each other," he said as he kissed her neck.

She moved back in order to meet him. He grunted and grabbed her hips as to steady her; easing slowly in and out of her. The sounds of her wetness filled the room. She mewled beautifully and tenderly. The sound of her pleasure was more than he could handle. Eric wasn't going easy anymore. He was claiming her and claiming was never gentle. He was slamming into her. Deeper sounds of ecstasy escaped her. He grabbed her thigh and rolled her over on her back; never letting his hardness leave the warmth of her.

His strong hands lifted her closer to him; causing him to go deeper. Sookie put her legs up on his shoulders. He began working harder and she took every inch of him; all that he has to offer.

Sookie's eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation of him. Eric focused on her; her face, her sounds but he needed to see her eyes. He loved looking into her eyes when they made love. "Look at me, lover."

What he saw in her eyes opened his heart and soul completely. He watched every movement, every response. He reveled in her pleasure. She clutched at him; her nails digging into his arms. He held her gaze with his as he moved deeper into her. She opened her legs wider. She wanted all of him and then it happened.

Something in the room changed. Their movements. Their responses to each other's body. They are more than they were yesterday. They are more than they were last night. They'd completely surrendered to each other as they never had before. They were soft, unconcealed. They knew that there was no going back.

"Eric … Eric ….," she moaned. She repeated his name softly her head moved from side to side. She closed her eyes again.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Though she tried, Sookie couldn't open them.

"Look at me, lover," he repeated.

Slowly, she did as he asked. When she looked into his eyes, she was lost in him. He was barely moving and the energy from their love, their connection was stronger than anything either of them has ever known.

Eric began moving again and she met him with her body, with her eyes. They moved together and with each movement, their souls and hearts opened even more. Sookie then wrapped her arms around him; pulling him closer to her.

"Now, Eric," she whispered through tears. "Now."

He heard the pain and the passion in her voice. "No, lover," he said. "Feed from me."

Her sounds of ecstasy and pain were muffled against his neck as she fed from him. She felt as if she was falling, almost disappearing. She'd found the edge of the precipice and it is Eric. As her muscles tightened around him, he could hold it no longer. His fangs pierced the flesh of her breast as he fed. He filled her with his seed as he fed from her. As they began to fade back into reality, the lovers collapsed in a heap on the now sheetless bed.

"This sucks," Sookie said as she looked up at the ceiling. "This fucking sucks."

Eric lifted his head and looked at her. "Pardon me?"

She playfully slapped at his chest. "Not this," she said. "This." She then spread her arms wide. "This New Orleans thing; it sucks. You have to meet with André and I can't go with you. I have to go to the police station."

He cocked an eyebrow at her curiously.

"I'll explain it before we leave. I just wish that we could stay like this for the rest of the night."

"I know, lover."

"It's over too soon. It's not fair."

"Relativity," he replied.

Propping herself up with her elbows she stared at him. "How so?" she asked.

"Holding a silver rod with my bare hands for a few seconds feels like hours. Making love with you for hours, feels like seconds," he explained. "Relativity at its finest."

"Relativity," she repeated. His explanation made her think of their marriage. The death of Pixie could be the death of their marriage. She and the baby would be in faery. Eric would be here. He wouldn't be allowed to have any contact with them … ever. Or so they think. She's not going to lose him. They were going to keep their little family intact. They have gone through too much for far too long for it to end like this. They are fighters and fighters they will continue to be.

Eric could feel her determination mixed with a little dismay. He looked at her as he rested his head on his arm. He wanted to promise her that no matter what, they wouldn't have anything to fear but he couldn't. He wanted to tell her that they would come out of this unscathed but he didn't. The AP told him that some of their friends would meet their end. She said that they needed to stay strong and to believe in their love. Things are going to happen to make them question their union. They had to remain strong. He couldn't tell her what he wanted to tell her. She said that she didn't want to know ... not now. But they are going to fight. They are fighters and they will fight 'til the end. Giving in is not an option.

Looking at him, Sookie said, "Tell me something with certainty. Tell me anything."

"I love you."

She reached out and held his hand. She brought it to her lips and kissed it. "I love you, too."

The alarm on the clock sounded. The lovers looked at each other. Neither said anything. It was time for them to take claim to their future. They had to win or they were going to die trying.

I miss you.