Before I knew it, Eric had taken off my sweatshirt, my bra, pants and panties. Basically, I was naked, while he was still fully dressed. Something didn’t seem quite right about that.
“Um, Eric?” I squeaked out, while he was sucking on my breast. I had to suck in a breath as his lips furrowed around my nipple and gently sucked and pulled at it.
“Um-hm?” Since Eric was busy administering to my breast, his words were mumbled.
“Something’s wrong with this picture,” I complained, although I couldn’t complain about how he was making me feel. “Shouldn’t you be naked as well?” I suggested, hopefully.
After a couple more sucks and licks, Eric lifted his head and gazed at me. “Sookie Stackhouse, are you wanting me to strip for you?” He asked, grinning wickedly at me.
I couldn’t help but grin back at him. I shook my head, making a sighing sound in my voice. “No, I was only asking you to remove your clothing. You’re too well-dressed for this activity,” I complained.
Eric continued to smile down at me, from his propped position above me, as he leaned on his elbows. I could feel his gracious plenty rub against my thighs. I wanted it in me, not hidden behind his jeans.
“I see,” Eric replied, while he slowly lifted off of me and sat up on his haunches. “I think you’re deluding yourself. I think you want me to strip for you,” he said, as he winked at me.
I felt my heart skip a beat. Well, since he was offering…who was I to complain? I couldn’t wait for him to show me his back side. He had the most sexiest ass that I’d ever seen.
“You don’t have to…” I replied back, impatiently. All I wanted was him naked and inside me.
“Say no more,” Eric insisted. “If you want me to strip…I will strip. I just need some music to dance to.” Eric looked around my room for my CD player.
I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. If Eric wanted to strip for me, I had no problem with that whatsoever. I wondered in the back of my mind, if he’d ever done this before?
“No, it’s my first time,” Eric responded, after he had read my thoughts accurately. “I’m a virgin stripper. Now, how many do you suppose could claim to be one of those?” He asked, jokingly, as he tossed me a look from across the room. He began to laugh at his own joke. I joined in too. I’ve always loved Eric’s sense of humor.
He had managed to find my CD player, now he was looking through my collection of CD’s. He flipped through the stack, quickly. There was no way with my human eyes, that I would be able to read the covers that fast. After only a few moments, when he’d almost gone through my whole collection, he turned towards me, with a curious look in his gaze.
“Don’t you have any good songs that I could strip to?” He asked, both puzzled and confused. “You have Tim McGraw, Carrie Underwood, and this one looks interesting…” he held it up with his hand, looking at it. It was Britney Spears. I could tell by the album cover.
From the expression on his face and reading the thoughts running through his mind, I could tell that he was both highly amused and surprised at the same time. I had to struggle to keep the laughter from bubbling up to the surface.
“Why would you have Britney Spears?” He asked, incredulously. “I know that she’s got a reputation…but Britney Spears?” The shock and dismay was clearly evident in his voice.
“Hey, don’t knock Britney!” I exclaimed. “She has had some good songs that you might be able to strip to,” I explained, a little perturbed that he was put off by it. I jumped out of bed, not caring that I was stark naked. I took the CD that Eric was holding and looked at the song selection on the back. “Here…play song number one,” I suggested. I smiled up at him, naughtily. “I think that would be a great one for you to strip to,” I couldn’t keep the laughter bottled up inside me anymore. I laughed.
Eric put the CD into the player and skipped it to the song that I had requested. “The things I do for you, Sookie,” he complained, shaking his head. “Okay, lay back down and let the master show you how it’s done,” he nudged me back towards the bed, giving himself some space so that he could begin dancing.
I sat there, anxiously awaiting for what was in store for me. I was practically brimming over in excitement. Eric could’ve stripped to any kind of song and would’ve gotten away with it because he was so good looking, I thought. It was a good thing that he was too busy concentrating and planning out his dance moves, so that he hadn’t read my mind.
The music began to play, the song, Womanizer began to play. The song really suited Eric, I thought, because he looked like a guy who might be a womanizer. Although, looks could be deceiving.
I watched, while Eric began to dance. He gyrated his hips and spun around so that I could see him shake his booty. It looked nice too. I couldn’t wait so that I could see it without any clothes on. His shirt came off first, as he flung it towards me, over his shoulder. He turned around and moved his hips again. I could see his erection pressed up against the fly of his jeans.
Eric didn’t need to wear a sock to pretend that he was wonderfully endowed, I thought to myself, naughtily. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, then began to lower his zipper slowly. I couldn’t help it, my eyes zeroed in on only one part of him. I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for him to lower the jeans past his hips so that I could see him fully. But he turned around again, then started to lower his jeans over his hips.
He mooned me with the most sexiest ass that I’d ever seen. I wanted to run over there and grab it and squeeze. Instead, I clenched my hands into fists. He slid his jeans to his ankles, quickly kicking them off. He was standing there in his Jockey’s that were halfway down his hips. Those soon disappeared too.
Eric was dancing there, stark naked, then turned around and headed towards me. I squealed, in glee as he approached. The look in his eyes could melt butter. In fact, I felt like I was already melted. Eric knelt down on the bed, his thighs straddling mine, while he gave me his own version of a lap dance.
I couldn’t help myself, I reached down and grasped him in my hand. Eric moaned aloud from my actions.
Eric looked down at me from his position on the bed. “Don’t you know that you’re supposed to look and not touch?” He asked, softly scolding me, shaking his head.
Not that he was complaining about it at all. I could read his thoughts clearly and he was enjoying it completely.
Eric must’ve had enough because he took both my hands in his and pushed them back backwards against the bed. He pinned my arms by the wrists above my head. He looked down at me with a wicked expression on his face.
“I don’t suppose you have anything to tie yourself up with, do you?”
“Nope,” I replied, grinning up at him with a knowing grin.
We were both remembering the time in the basement, when we had taken turns tying each other up, while we had made love.
“Too bad,” Eric sighed. “We’ll have to make do with what we’ve got,” he explained.
His lips came down hard on mine, while I struggled to breathe because he had taken my breath away from me. He maneuvered himself, so that he was now in between my legs that were spread wide on both sides of his hips. I could feel his gracious plenty about to enter me, poised at my moist entrance.
“Sookie, are you awake?” I could hear Amelia ask, just as my bedroom door burst open. “I heard your music playing and…” her voice had trailed off in mid-sentence as she took in the fact that we were both naked and in a compromising position.
Both Eric and I looked towards the now opened doorway, where Amelia was standing there with her hand on the doorknob. She had a shocked and startled expression on her face.
“Oops, sorry,” with that Amelia closed the door, as quickly as she had come in.
Eric and I looked back at each other. I was sure that mine was one full of fear.
I moved out from underneath him. Eric let me go, already reading the thoughts going through my mind.
“I’m sorry, I just haven’t had the chance,” I shrugged, while I tried to explain the reasons why I hadn’t told Amelia that I was now seeing him.
“Don’t worry about it,” Eric moved away, off of the bed, showing much more control than I would have imagined, given the state of his erection. But then again, he’d always shown an amazing amount of self control, unless he was full of blood lust or around fairies.
“You’re not mad?” I questioned. He didn’t seem too upset about the fact that I hadn’t said anything.
Eric shook his head. “Why would I be mad?” he asked, surprised and confused. He turned to look at me, curiously. “I know that you’re probably not ready to tell people about us yet, so I don’t get why you’re feeling guilty.” He shook his head, still confused.
I sighed. “It’s just…” I paused, trying to find the right words. “When I returned home, I told them about all what had happened, except for the part about you,” I explained. “Then they told me about Agatha and I’ve been so busy plotting about going back to see what I could find out about Dimitri…that it completely flew out of my mind.”
“You are not going to find out anything about Dimitri. You’re staying away from him. Stay out of this. I’ve got it all under control and when I find out all that you need to know, I’ll tell you about it. But you’re not doing anything other than working and going on with your life. Do you hear me, Sookie?”
Eric had finished dressing and was now seated on the bed, fully clothed, looking at me steadily.
Eric sounded really bossy to me all of a sudden. I felt kind of pissed off. Who was he to tell me what to do?
He had read my mind again, I knew it from the expression on his face. Although, he had blocked his off. “I’m your bonded, that’s who,” he answered my unspoken question. “Maybe it’s a good thing that nobody knows about us yet,” he pondered. “Needless to say, do as I say or I will tie you up and it won’t be for pleasure either,” he threatened.
With that, he leaned over to try to kiss me, but I turned my head away because I was still pissed off at how possessive he was acting. I have a mind and a will of my own. I don’t have to listen to him, I thought to myself. But he didn’t hear that one because I was now keeping my thoughts hidden from him too.
Giving up on trying to kiss me, goodbye, Eric stood up and headed towards my bedroom door. He turned once more towards me before he left saying, “I’ll be seeing you soon.” With that, he opened up the door and walked through, closing the door behind him.
Right away I felt badly for how I treated him and wished that I could take some of my words back. I had known for awhile now, how possessive most vampires were and had accepted it as part of their nature, just like drinking blood was a way for them to survive. I knew when he had driven away off of my property because I could feel him, through our bond. He was moving further and further away. The distance grew more and more. What was weird about it was that I could sense him suddenly stop, not too far away. Immediately, I figured that he must be visiting Bill, since he probably wanted to find out if Bill had discovered anything yet. I wondered if they had very much in common at all, other than being vampires in the same state and having a past with me.
I briefly wondered what he was driving because his Corvette had been a huge wreck when I had seen it last.
I decided that I better clear the air with Amelia. She deserved to know the truth. Besides, I wanted to have someone to confide in because while I could understand that Eric was trying to protect me, I was also wanting to protect him too. I needed help and some ideas of how to make sure that he was protected. But then I thought, like a vampire needed it? I figured that there were some things that even a vampire wouldn’t be able to find out. Plus, I wanted to help him out in any way that I could.
I dressed and walked out into the living room, where Amelia sat in front of the TV. I sat down next to her on the couch. Octavia must’ve gone to bed because she wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“So…” Amelia began, not sure of what to say. I could read her mind easily though and knew that she had many questions that she wanted to ask, but wasn’t sure if it was her place to ask them.
“Okay, here’s the deal,” I turned to her, to explain what had happened between Eric and me. Amelia shifted, so that she was facing me too. “With our bond, it kind of…made us closer. Dimitri wants something from Eric, but I don’t know what it is. Eric found me because Dimitri had purposely invited him to this party that he had where I was the guest of honor. That witch I asked you about, tampered with our bond, otherwise Eric would’ve found me that much sooner. I was so grateful and happy when Eric showed up. Dimitri had his guards take down Eric and threw him down in the basement with me. I gave him my blood, so that he would heal and when he woke up…” I shrugged my shoulders, helplessly. “Well, let’s just say that we made use of a bed that had been conveniently placed in the basement,” I explained, knowing that Amelia would pretty much guess the rest of it.
“So, you and Eric are a couple now,” the gleam was back in Amelia’s eyes. She was interested in hearing all the gory, intimate details, but knew that I wouldn’t give too much away.
I nodded my head. “Yeah, I think we are,” I replied, feeling happy at the prospect. “Or we were. I’m not sure how it’s going to work if he’s going to be so pig-headedly possessive all the time,” I complained. “Am I crazy?” I asked both myself and Amelia. “The last time I had a relationship with a vampire, it didn’t work out so well,” I pointed out.
“True,” Amelia agreed. “But he wasn’t Eric,” she reminded me. “I seem to recall that Eric’s been there on more than one occasion when you’ve really needed him.”
“True,” I agreed. “But first of all, he was bonded to me, so he kind of had to. Secondly, he’s so complicated. He’s nothing like the fake Eric from when his memory had been erased. I’m not sure if I can handle the real Eric,” I voiced my concerns aloud. It felt good to get this off my chest. I hadn’t figured that I needed someone so much to talk things through. It felt good. I was actually glad, although a little bit embarrassed, that Amelia had walked in on us.
“Do you love him?” Amelia asked, curiously.
I shrugged. “I think I do, but I’m not sure if it’s the bond talking or if it’s just me.” I explained. “Maybe it’s both? All I know is that whatever I feel for him is very powerful and I feel scared all the time.” I could tell by Amelia’s thoughts that she was worried for my health and safety. “Not that kind of scared,” I continued, shaking my head. “I’m scared that something really bad will happen to him and there’s nothing that I can do to help him. He makes me feel so many different things. I don’t even know how to describe all of them. All I know is that when I’m away from him, I think about him all the time. When I’m with him, I’m happier than I’ve ever been,” I explained.
Amelia sighed. “Sounds like love to me,” she agreed. “Okay…just tell me one more thing because I’m dying to know and I promise, I won’t bother you again.”
“Okay, shoot,” I encouraged, nodding my head.
“How is he in bed? Is he good? I betcha he is,” Amelia tried guessing the correct answer herself. “A man like that; with a body like that…is only good for two things. Fighting and sex,” she explained.
I laughed, shaking my head and rolled my eyes. Amelia would never change, I was sure of it. “Um…” I pretended to think about it for a few minutes, while Amelia began getting impatient. She was motioning with her hands for me to continue. “I guess…he is…maybe…I’m not sure. I don’t have very much experience,” I answered, coyly. As if I’d ever answer that question with the honest truth? Amelia, as well as any other woman, would be trying to find out for themselves. I didn’t want that. I had enough to deal with, without dragging other women into it, I figured. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I winked at her.
Amelia pretended to swoon. “Sookie, you are a very lucky girl,” she commented.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I agreed, nodding my head. “Now, if only Eric and I can work out a few things, then we’d be all set,” I sighed. I frowned as sudden thought hit me. “Hey, you don’t suppose that Bill and Eric would compare notes, do you?” I had a sudden feeling that I was the big topic of conversation going on over at Bill Compton’s house right at that moment.
Little did I know, in a way, I was right.
“You smell of Sookie,” Bill stated, jealously, after he had opened his door and allowed Eric to enter his house.
Eric grinned, wickedly, wanting to flaunt the fact in his face, but decided not to. He had bigger fish to fry other than Bill’s own jealousy and possessiveness. “Really?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear. “I seem to recall you saying something similar a long time ago, but I believe that you were saying it to Sookie and substituted my name instead of hers. Oh well…what did you find out?” He asked, quickly changing the subject at hand.
Bill glowered over at him, while he walked over to his computer desk that he’d set up in his library. “I’ve found something, but I’m not sure of how much it will help,” he explained.
“Right now, I’ll hear anything,” Eric replied, following Bill to his computer desk.
The computer was already on. Bill sat down in his chair at the desk and clicked on a page that came up on the screen.
“You see…here,” Bill pointed to the screen at something appearing on there. “It shows that Dimitri moved here only a month ago. There’s no records of purchasing the house, so I’m figuring that either a) he killed the previous owners or b) the previous owners don’t know that he’s there,” Bill explained. He looked up at Eric, who was standing and looking over his shoulder. “What do you think?”
“I pick a),” Eric stated in his cool and detached way. He didn’t feel a thing for the lives that were recently lost. He only wanted to make sure that nothing like that happened to Sookie too. “What else do you have?”
“Dimitri has money, but you probably knew that already.”
Eric nodded his head, that wasn’t anything that he didn’t know before.
“The strange thing is…after hacking into his bank accounts, there’s been some recent activity that seems odd. He’s been depositing bigger and bigger amounts, nothing like he had done in the past,” Bill explained, with a frown on his face.
“Me thinks Dimitri has someone paying him off,” Eric commented, thinking aloud.
“That’s what I think too,” Bill paused. “What do you want to do about it?”
Eric shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure, but I’m getting anxious to bust some heads in,” he replied, almost rubbing his hands in delight. “Thanks.”
“Are you and Sookie…seeing each other now?” Bill changed the subject to something that he had more of an active interest in.
Eric grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He asked, instead of admitting it or denying it. Bill glared at him. Eric smiled and began walking out of Bill’s mansion, waving his hand over his shoulder as a way to say goodbye. “Keep me informed,” he replied, just before closing the door behind him.
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