Disclaimer: I don’t own it, but oh how I wish I did! I’m not affiliated with True Blood or the Southern Vampire Mysteries or their creators. No copyright infringement is intended. I just love to play with the Viking!
A/N: However, Cricket & JP belong to me. 😉
“What are you doing here?!” we both shouted simultaneously.
I watched, mesmerized, as his eyes changed instantly to a combination of relief followed by… Was that joy? Suddenly, a wide smile broke out on his face and the beauty of it nearly took my breath away, that is, until I remembered what happened after the last time I had seen that expression directed toward me. What the fuck is he so happy about? He never wanted to see me again!
I blinked and he was standing before me. Our eyes stayed locked as his hand reached out to touch my face and I flinched. His brows furrowed in confusion, his hand falling to his side.
“Childe,” Godric said.
Having heard him call me daughter so many times, I turned to him, but he wasn’t looking at me. His gaze was on Eric, who was suddenly kneeling in front of him. My mind finally caught up to what I was seeing and hearing. Godric hadn’t called me child. He was calling Eric Childe! I watched him place his hand on Eric’s bowed head. A peaceful, happy smile set upon Godric’s face. Then he looked up and met my eyes, keeping his small smile in place. It took me longer than it should have to put things together, though in reality only mere seconds had passed.
“Eric is your Childe?” I whispered in disbelief and bewilderment.
“Chelsea,” Godric said quietly as his smile fell.
A low growl rumbled out of Eric’s chest. His eyes still faced the ground, but his head snapped slightly in my direction. No! This couldn’t be happening! I backed away from the both of them while my eyes flicked between the two, finally landing on Godric.
“You… You knew!?” I asked stunned.
“Let me explain,” he said in a pleading tone, reaching his hand toward me while he stepped away from Eric.
As realization kicked in, blinding fury engulfed me.
“No! You knew who he was? All this time, you motherfucking knew!” I yelled, holding out my hands in front of me and stopping his movement.
“I wanted to tell you,” he said.
“But you didn’t! You had more than enough time to say something and now you can just shut the fuck up! I cared about you! You made me fucking care about you! I told you…” I stopped before I revealed anything that I had said to Godric in regard to Eric.
He didn’t deserve to know, and I was regretting everything I had admitted to Godric. He was a liar. He was a manipulator. No wonder Eric was such a master. He had been taught everything he knew by his Maker! I wondered if Godric had ever even planned to kill himself, or if it just a lure to get me to feel sorry for him and draw me in.
“Like father, like son, in so many ways… You two are un-fucking-believable! You deserve each other,” I chuckled without humor, glaring at Godric and daring him to speak again.
Eric suddenly stood next to Godric and locked eyes with me.
“And just what the fuck are you looking at?!”
He opened his mouth to speak.
“Save it!” I said, waving a hand in his direction.
He faced mirrored all the same disbelief and confusion I felt, disbelief that I was yelling at Godric, and confusion that he had no idea what was happening… Or did he? For all I knew, he was aware that I had been there all along! After all, he was a brilliant actor, I was the fool. Again! Nevertheless, I wouldn’t give either of them the satisfaction of seeing me weak. I would not cry. They didn’t deserve my tears. They could laugh at me together later. Fuckers! I stared at them defiantly, but I knew I needed to get out of there. I could only swallow the lump in my throat for so long.
“Godric, thanks for nothing! Eric, it was so nice seeing you again,” I spat sarcastically, then turned and walked toward the stairs, fighting the physical urge to run into Eric’s arms just to feel his embrace.
“Chelsea! Wait!” they both called out and I heard Eric growl again.
I stopped and turned back. My body wanted nothing more than to touch Eric, kiss him, and lose the world around us, but I stood my ground.
“May I come to your suite?” Godric asked.
Eric’s eyes snapped to his Maker and a scowl appeared upon his face.
“Are you kidding me right now? No fucking way!”
Godric frowned and Eric smiled in relief. Relief? What the hell?
“My thygatéra, I want to explain.”
“I’m not your daughter,” I replied without emotion.
Godric winced at my words. Part of me felt bad for having hurt him, but that little hurt couldn’t match the enormous pain that I was feeling at his betrayal. Still, I cared about him…both of them, despite what they had done. Yeah, I’m an idiot and apparently, a glutton for punishment.
“Please,” he said quietly.
Godric had a crestfallen look upon his face and I heard a tremor in his voice. Oh, he was good. Eric’s gaze was on me. His face was unreadable. After looking at both of them, I almost gave in. Did I mention I’m also a masochist!? I silently glared.
“Please,” he begged again.
“I don’t have time. I need to try to digest the sour shit cake you just served to me on a silver platter.”
He said nothing else in reply, but I noticed the red tear trickling down his cheek. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Aside from the devastation I felt, I also couldn’t help but feel something while I watched his face crumple.
“Fine,” I said.
“Thank you. I will see you after I speak with Eric,” he rushed out with a smile.
“Oh, Hell no! Not tonight. You need to spend some time with your Childe. Oh, and Godric? This better be one Hell of an explanation,” I said, then turned and began walking to the stairs once more.
“His Childe is right here and would like to speak with you as well,” Eric called after me, sounding hurt at my abrupt dismissal.
“We’ll see,” I called back without turning around.
I could feel their eyes on me, watching as I walked away. I couldn’t look back again, not without revealing the emotions I was sure were written all over my face.
As soon as I knew I was out of sight, I practically tripped running down the stairs. I was in such a hurry to get to my room that I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going and ran smack into someone else, nearly knocking us both to the floor.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed while I tried righting myself.
I looked up into the eyes of my fellow crash victim.
We hugged as if it had been years since we’d seen each other. It certainly felt as if it had. It was such a relief seeing a friendly face!
“Cricket! Oh My Gosh! I was just thinkin’ about you! What are you doin’ here?”
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later. How long are you staying? Wait! What are you doing here?”
“Also a long story,” she rolled her eyes and laughed.
It was really good to see her. I hoped she was staying long enough so I could tell her about Barry, but it was hardly the time or place. Besides, I could barely concentrate on anything else at that moment.
“Who’s with you?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t Fuckface.
“Oh, I came with Bill,” she said, thumbing over her shoulder and smiling. “It’s our first real getaway, well, sorta.”
“Oh.” So much for hoping.
“I was actually lookin’ for Eric,” she said.
I wasn’t quite sure how I should feel about that. Why was she looking for Eric? If she was here on her getaway with Fuckface, why was she looking for my Eric in the middle of the night? Wait! My Eric? Where had that come from? I was immediately overcome with jealousy and possessiveness. It didn’t matter that I had once thought they belonged together, or that he and I weren’t together. I wanted to smack her smiling face simply because she was looking for him! Did I mention it was in the middle of the fucking night?! There was just so much that was wrong with my reaction! One, Eric wasn’t mine. Two, he could do whatever and whomever he wanted, and so could she. Three, Eric was definitely a step up from Fuckface. But he was mine! OK. No, he wasn’t. He wasn’t ever really mine, but he could have been… Maybe. Still, I was still furious with him. Calm down, Cricket!
“He’s uh…he’s on the roof. It’s up there,” I said, nodding toward the stairs.
“Thanks!” she smiled brightly.
“No problem. I’ll talk to you later,” I said, feeling deflated, and moved to allow her by.
“Hey, are you OK? You look as if you might be sick or something. Are you cryin’?”
“Yeah. I mean, no, I’m fine. I’m just tired. I haven’t slept in a couple of days. Maybe we’ll catch up tomorrow?” I tried to croak out.
“I know, right? Vampire hours. We’ll definitely get together tomorrow. I’ll see ya’ then!” she replied with what seemed like empathy before going up the stairs.
I watched her leave, feeling even more depressed and then made my way to my suite.
I headed to the kitchen and tossed a few ice cubes in a tall glass. I took it to the bar, pouring a very generous helping of vodka. I drank it straight down, grimaced, poured another, and then began pacing the room.
How could Godric have kept it from me? Eric was his Childe? Eric was his fucking Childe! Why hadn’t Godric told me? Why had he wanted me to share stories of my time with Eric? The thought of it was sort of sick, wasn’t it? Oh, Sweet Jesus! I had told him that I had sex with his son! Of course, they weren’t really father and son, but still… Ugh! I told him I was in love with Eric! Please, please don’t tell him that, Godric! Fuck, he probably would! Why wouldn’t he? My feelings sure as hell didn’t matter, right? If they had, why hadn’t he fucking told me?!
On the other hand, Godric had said he needed to tell me something right before Eric showed up. Maybe he was going to tell me, but why not do it before he opened the damn bond? He knew Eric was coming. Maybe Godric had opened the bond earlier while we were out, but hadn’t told me because he thought we would have more time? Maybe he hadn’t known how close Eric was?
Why was Eric so close anyway? Just why was Eric in the fucking hotel to begin with? He couldn’t have made it to the roof so quickly if he hadn’t already been there! He would have had to be staying on the same floor in order to even have a key to get up there. Shit! He had a key! He must be staying on the same floor as me! He had probably already known I was there! Maybe he had already known Godric was there, too? No, that most certainly wasn’t true. Godric couldn’t have hidden that, even if he wanted. Besides, Eric’s face would have given him away.
Stupid fucking blood! He had to have known I was there! Was he with that big weirdo who kept stopping outside my room? Was that his bodyguard? Why would he even need a bodyguard? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Maybe he only thought I was, but the spells, wards, or whatever protected me? Thank you Maggie! Really, though, did I need protection from Eric? Just because he was a lying jackass didn’t mean he would ever hurt me. Well, I never believed he would hurt me physically. I mean, he saved me from dying for crying out loud! Emotionally was whole ’nother story, but honestly, how much worse could that be than leaving without a fucking word!
Now Eric wanted to talk with me, too? Why would he want to talk to me? I wasn’t in any mood for wanting to hear his explanation, if he had even planned to give me one. What was there to say, more lies? Still, I continued feeling that peace I always felt wash over me whenever he was near, even before I turned around and saw him. I felt him there. He looked just the same. He smelled just the same…so good. The way he looked at me, those eyes… Stop it!
Who did he think he was? Trying to touch me? What if I hadn’t pulled away? Somewhere in my mind I wished he had touched me! No! No, I didn’t. I’m mad at him! I needed to keep my cool.
What was with all that fucking growling? He growled every time Godric called me Chelsea. Surely, it hadn’t bothered him that was the name I had said only he could use? No, that’s just stupid! He wouldn’t care about that. Why would he? That was part of his game, to pull me in. He had made me feel special.
So then why was he so fucking happy when he saw me? What the fuck was that?!?! No, he wasn’t happy to see me. He was happy when he saw Godric! He must have been so relieved to have found him. If nothing else, at least I might be able to talk to him about what Godric’s plans for himself. That is, if they were even true. I was sure he would at least listen to that. That would be a good thing. Maybe I should talk to him after all?
If he hadn’t known where Godric was, then why was he in Dallas? Why were any of them in Dallas? Why was I in fucking Dallas? Oh, right, the Muse thing.
What was I doing? I had wanted him there, and here he was, yet I found myself afraid to face him. No, not afraid, I was nervous. Why was I nervous? I meant nothing to him, he should mean nothing to me. I hadn’t wanted him to know how I felt.
What about the other tie? Could he feel that? Who cares if he fucking feels it? It wouldn’t matter! The fact that I was in love with him hadn’t changed anything either. It was merely an inconvenience. Please, God, he must never know! At least with Sookie up there, they weren’t talking about me. Yet. She wasn’t in on any of it, of that I was certain, wasn’t I? If she was, her reaction would have given her away the moment she had seen me. They were probably already in Godric’s penthouse. Where else would they go?
Who? What? When? Where? Why?
It was all too much! I simply could not deal with anymore.
Music! I needed music! Music would make me feel better. I refilled my drink, grabbed my iPod, and went out to the balcony. I put in my earbuds, took a long drink, put my feet on the railing, and pressed shuffle.
Fate would always choose the right song. When would I learn to stop testing Her? She knew what I needed, especially when I didn’t.
I closed my eyes and waited for the music to take me away. The words flowed out of me as soon as the lyrics began.
I will hold my head up high
You will never see me cry
I’ll smile and say I’m good
But I would fall apart if I could
I’m inside out shot through the center
Feel this scar of where you entered
Took my life and turned it upside down
I’m burned to ashes split down the middle
If anyone asks it hurt just a little
I died inside the day I let you go
But I will never let you know
I could do it. I could keep it together in front of him. It would be so easy to fall apart, but I had to keep my emotions in check.
All this time the sky was lying
They say that the moon don’t shine
It’s just the light from a star
Well maybe that’s the way we are
Wasn’t that what we all were? We were all liars. Godric with his omission, Eric with his deception, and me hiding what I wanted, and even my true nature, we all lied. Even though I had come clean with Godric, telling him everything, regardless of the fact that I now regretted it. I tried telling myself that my lies hadn’t hurt anyone. They were justified, right? I would only be hurting myself if I was honest, opened up, and told Eric how I truly felt.
I’m inside out shot through the center
Feel this scar of where you entered
Took my life and turned it upside down
I’m burned to ashes split down the middle
If anyone asks it hurt just a little
I died inside the day I let you go
But I don’t want to let you
I cannot forget you
I will never let you know
Getting out the words that spoke the truth gave me strength. I felt better. I wouldn’t let Eric know. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing he had torn me apart, not that he would care anyway. Since we were so close in proximity, I knew he could feel everything I was feeling. I would never again make the mistake of admitting it aloud to anyone, ever. It was beyond stupid of me to have told Godric and I was paying the price.
I considered sleeping as much as I possibly could during the night to try keep hiding my feelings away, but until I could change Godric’s mind, I knew it wouldn’t work. Not having any choices, I would just have to suck it up and deal with Eric. I would try to keep my distance from him though. I was strong enough, yet, I was still hurting and pissed. I had never wanted to be that girl, you know, the girl who fell apart, begged her ex-boyfriend to take her back. She was an idiot. Besides, he wasn’t my ex-boyfriend. He was just a guy I had sex with, really, really great sex, so, yeah… Whatever. It happened. It was over. He didn’t break me. I wasn’t broken. I just had to continue telling myself that. Maybe if I said it enough, I would believe it one day.
I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. After wiping the single tear that fell, I grabbed my drink, downed the rest of it, and went back inside. I locked the balcony doors and drew the curtains. There was no reason to give Godric even a hint that he was welcome. I had already told him he wasn’t and I counted on him respecting my wishes, but, better safe than sorry.
I went into the bedroom and changed into pajamas with a tank top, then headed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took care of other necessities. After I had finished, I heard someone knocking on the door. Will this night never fucking end?
I debated ignoring it, but the knocking started again, and it was a little louder. I swore under my breath and shuffled back to the main room. I had yet to turn off all the lights, but still didn’t bother to turn on any others. I looked through the peephole and saw that my visitor was Eric. Of course! Who else would it fucking be? I pressed my forehead to the door and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my heart. It had sped up to a rhythm that could have matched a hummingbird’s wings. I felt my blush all the way down my body, but there wasn’t anything I could do to mask it.
How was it that he could have that effect on me? Oh, right, because he’s gorgeous and I’m in love with him!
I unlocked the door and opened it wide. No sense in beating around the bush! The sooner I found out what he wanted, the sooner I could go to sleep. No doubt he needed to retire to his room soon as well. His eyes darkened as he slowly scanned up and down my body. I silently chastised myself for not having put on a bra after my nipples hardened under his gaze. It just hadn’t really occurred to me to do it, he’d seen it all before anyway, so fuck it.
If I were being honest, I would have to admit the look on his face was making me wet. Oh, who was I kidding? Simply standing this close to him or fucking seeing him at all excited my body! Unfortunately, I also wasn’t wearing panties, so there was nowhere for my arousal to go except my thighs. I noticed him inhale and spend a little too long looking at said area. I truly wanted to grab him by the collar, drag him into my room, and throw him down on my bed, the floor, the sofa, or any other surface. I would climb up his body and…
Yet, I had no plan on being honest, and I sure as Hell had no plan to throw myself at him! Instead, I forced a bored look on my face and waited for him to finish ogling me. In other words, I channeled my Inner-Pam! I barely, but successfully, restrained myself from rubbing my thighs together under his stone-like gaze and cleared my throat, irritated by my body’s traitorous reaction.
“Hello,” he said in his low, gravelly, voice.
God! He looked good. I could smell the fresh, clean linen scent of him and his sweet breath when he spoke. I was feeling the comfort, peace and safety caressed me from the inside out. It was like coming home to the embrace of your lover. My arousal flowed further down my legs and I watched as he inhaled deeply again, but kept his eyes on mine. Hell, even I could practically smell how much I wanted him! I noticed the front of his jeans growing tighter in my peripheral vision, but refused to look. Focus, Cricket!
“What do you want, Eric?”
“I would like to come in.”
He actually seemed surprised by my refusal. Arrogant ass! Obviously, he believed me to still be blind to his lies. He was sorely mistaken.
“No? Was that all you were planning to give me tonight? We cannot even speak?” he asked with an adorable, sexy smirk.
What the fuck was wrong with him, or me for that matter? I thought I made it clear to him to leave me alone tonight.
God help me, I want him! Focus! Focus! Keep your eyes on his! Don’t look down at it!
“Yep. That’s all you’re getting tonight. Was there anything else?” I deadpanned. Pam would be proud.
He looked confused by that statement. Why would he be confused? Had he honestly thought I would just jump back into bed with him? He needed to go before I did that very thing.
“I… It is just…I thought…” he furrowed his brow and fumbled for words.
That was unusual. He was always so confident and together whenever I’d seen him.
“Look, I don’t want to be rude, but I’m tired and I would like to go to sleep,” I said.
He was so cute, being all out of sorts, but I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer before I attacked him and gave myself to him. That would be bad. Would it though? YES! It would be very bad. He looked so sad when he placed his hands on the outside of the doorjamb and sighed. I felt bad. Then I remembered that he hadn’t looked back when he left.
“It is late. I understand. I simply wanted to tell you that… I miss you,” he said.
I was not expecting that and I searched his face for sincerity. Had he really missed me? He looked genuine and it only made me even more skeptical. I had believed him once and look what happened.
“Well, um, thank you. Like I said, it’s uh…good to see you,” I said quietly looking down.
“Do I what?” I looked up at him and was captured by his gaze.
I leaned slightly forward, wanting so badly to kiss him as I had the first night we spoke, only this time I knew how good it was. It was spectacular. It was blissful. It was right and made me feel whole. For a moment, I couldn’t remember why I had ever been mad at him.
“Do you…miss me?” he said in a hushed voice, leaning toward me as well.
We were very close and I could almost taste him. My tongue came out to moisten my lips and his eyes flicked to it, and then back to my eyes. I bit my lip to hold in a whimper. His tongue came out slightly, mimicking my action. I couldn’t look away from his mouth, and my eyes began to close while I tilted my head, ready to just forget everything.
The spell was broken when he tried leaning further in and was stopped by the door’s invisible barrier. We both pulled back simultaneously. I shook my head to clear it. I couldn’t decipher the expression upon his face. It was one of confusion, disappointment, defeat, or perhaps a combination of all three.
“I do not understand,” he said, raising his hand and pressing it against the unseen force.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that. You won’t be able to enter unless I invite you,” I stated, recovering from my near-loss of control.
“Um, I had a friend of mine put up some protection for me,” I shrugged.
“If that is the case, will you invite me to come in?”
“I’m sorry, but I already told you no, Eric. Not tonight.”
“Then will you come out for a moment?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea either,” I replied, even though I really wanted to invite him in.
“You felt you needed to be protected from me?”
He sounded so sad. I just looked at him and remained silent.
“I see. Perhaps tomorrow night we will have an opportunity to speak. As you said, it is late and we both must rest,” he said with obvious disappointment.
What was up with him? Was the sex really that good? Because I was positive he could get it anywhere he wanted. The mere thought of him having missed me that much was fucking ludicrous!
“Yeah, maybe. I mean, we have to talk about some things, you know?”
He smiled at that and it almost looked as if there was hope in his eyes. What the hell?
“Sleep well, beautiful girl,” he said gently and turned to leave.
“Goodnight, Eric,” I said, then I began to close the door.
Something then struck me, and I swung it open again and looked down the hall at his retreating form.
“Wait! What did you just say?”
He turned and met my eyes.
“I said goodnight. We will speak tomorrow. I really must go. The sun will be rising momentarily. Pleasant dreams, min Sǫngr,” he said with a small smile and turned away again.
“But you called me…,” maybe I only imagined what I heard, “Sweet Dreams, Eric.”
He paused for a moment and it almost looked as if he tensed up.
“Vampires don’t dream,” he said, looking back at me, a confused expression upon his face.
“Right. I meant, have a good rest.”
He continued to gaze into my eyes curiously for a moment, then nodded, and turned away. I heard him mutter something to himself, but couldn’t make it out. I watched him shake his head as if to clear it, and then he moved at vampire speed down the hall.
I was at a loss for words. What the fuck? He had only ever called me ‘beautiful girl’ in my dreams. Had he even realized what he said? Was he having them, too?
I was beyond exhausted, but my body was tense, and I needed to change out of my newly soaked pajama pants. I grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom. I ran a deep, hot bath, stripped, and stepped in. The water was heavenly and I wanted to lose myself in it. My muscles relaxed and I made a mental note not to fall asleep in the tub. When I felt as though I could sleep, I stepped out of the tub and drained it. I dried myself off quickly, pulling on my clean clothes. I moved on auto-pilot and climbed into my bed, curling on my side, and pulling the covers to my neck. I felt a tear trickle down my face and soak into the pillow.
“Damn you, Eric,” I whispered before I drifted to sleep.
I opened my eyes when I heard a noise in the other room. I listened, but when I heard nothing else, I tried to go back to sleep. The lights were out and the moon was shining into the room. I heard movement in the main room again so I went to investigate. I was moving quietly toward the door when the light of a fire suddenly illuminated the room.
I stood in the doorway and saw Eric facing the fireplace. He turned when I entered. I watched his smirk curl up on one side of his mouth and he held his hand out to me. I walked toward him in a daze. When I reached him, I took his hand and allowed myself a moment to bask in his handsomeness. He was just as breathtaking as always, possibly even more so since I had just seen him earlier.
He pulled me into his arms and I melted into his body for a moment. Then my mind went in another direction and I pulled myself away from him. He released me and I stepped in front of him. We stared at each other for a long moment.
Before I knew I was going to do it, I slapped him across the face. He looked shocked, but not upset, so I smacked him again, hard. When I raised my hand again, he caught my wrist, and pulled me to him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.
“Stop,” he whispered, comforting me by running his hand up and down my back.
“No,” I choked out.
“You did not come to me last night.”
“I wanted to come…I needed you, but I couldn’t sleep. My mind was too full.”
“Why are you upset?”
I started crying and he only held me tighter.
“Shh. Everything here is all right, but I want to understand,” he said as he lifted me bridal-style and carried me to the sofa.
He set me on his lap and we rocked while I cried into his chest.
“I’m sorry for hitting you,” I sobbed out.
“What have I done?”
“You came back.”
“I am always here,” he said as he kissed my temple and pulled me closer.
“No, you came back.”
“I thought that was what you wanted?”
“I did… I do… I don’t know. I don’t want you to know how I feel.”
“Min Sǫngr, you do want me to know. You are simply afraid to admit it.”
“Shh. You are safe here with me.”
“Yeah, here,” I sniffled, finally calming down.
“Everywhere. You are safe with me everywhere, even when you are not dreaming.”
“I don’t believe that,” I said when I looked up into his clear, blue eyes that pierced through me to my soul.
“I know. Still, that does not make it any less true.”
He placed his finger under my chin and held my face as he leaned down to kiss me. It was a simple brush across my lips, but I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He pressed me gently down onto the sofa and moved next to me, peppering my face and neck with kisses before returning to my lips. My leg wrapped around him and he pulled me flush to his body. We pressed together and I heard him moan as he rubbed himself against me.
I didn’t realize we were naked until I felt him enter me and we both sighed as we joined. Grunts and groans of pleasure followed with each thrust. He held me close and we continued to kiss, never breaking contact in any way until I felt him thicken and grow as he moved deeper inside. His movements sped up and we pressed our foreheads together. His eyes closed tightly as he whispered my name. I rolled my hips and three more hard thrusts sent us over the edge together. My body arched against him. He held me tighter and his mouth covered mine, swallowing my screams of ecstasy. He stayed inside of me as we came down from our orgasmic highs. He kissed me on the forehead and then softly on the lips.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“I… I can’t,” I said, shaking my head.
“You can, but perhaps not yet.”
“Not yet,” I said, burrowing my head into his chest.
He lazily began moving inside of me again. There was no hurry. It was for comfort and closeness.
“Rest, my beautiful girl.”
“How can I rest when you’re doing that?”
He chuckled as he continued to push in and out of me. He was gentle and kept a steady rhythm. Soft thrusts that felt so good continued until I felt my stomach tighten and I was on the edge of falling again.
“Let go for me,” he whispered, “I want to watch you feel me.”
I pulled him closer and pressed him to me with the heels of my feet. I couldn’t get close enough and my hips bucked against him as I came around him, pulsing and milking him. His release came soon after with another groan of my name.
“You are breathtaking when you let me love you,” he said before kissing me deeply again, “Now sleep.”
I drifted off in my dream, in his arms, feeling him still inside me.
Aurelia Gliwiski as Chelsea ‘Cricket’ Kerrigan
Alexander Skarsgård as Eric Northman
Allan Hyde as Godric
Anna Paquin as Sookie Stackhouse
Thank you for reading!