Talk to Me
The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended.The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.
I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own. This Story is rated M.
Who loves you baby?
Boo and be boo’d!
Eric got down on his knees in front of the fireplace and Sookie kneeled down with him. Taking her hands, he let his love for her shine from his eyes.
Staring back at him were blue eyes that sparkled with joy, laughter and love.
“I love you Sookie,” Gran began, “and I have a place in my heart for this fine man that you are marrying.
To my darling Sookie, who has not traveled this world, and Eric, who has a thousand years of traveling. I have chosen this verse. I am going to read from Ruth 1:16-17.
Sookie, if you would repeat after me: But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay.”
“Eric, do not urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay.”
“Now Eric,” Gran smiled at him and nodded.
“Sookie, do not urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay.”
“These rings,” Gran said holding the thick gold bands up to the firelight, “they came to this world from England. The story goes that the Stackhouses were landed gentry and the oldest son, despite his mother’s crying and his father’s threats, married not the woman his family had picked for him, but the woman he loved.
The last thing his mother did as he was banished from his family’s land, was to press a small bag into his hands and in the bag were these rings.
Eric, with these vows, you are now my oldest grandson. My oldest heir. To you and my granddaughter goes these rings. God bless you and keep you both,” she said and bending over, kissed both of them on the forehead.
She then handed a ring to Eric and then one to Sookie.
Eric brought Sookie’s hand up and placed a kiss on her ring finger. “My grandmother,” he began, “told me of a woman who would bring light to my darkness. Children to my arms and bestow upon me a love that few have ever witnessed. That she would be the strength to my strength.
I could not envision such a woman. But I have found her in you, Sookie. Just as Grandmother promised.
Will you be my wife?” he asked, looking into her eyes and seeing love.
“Yes,” she nodded, and began to cry when he slipped the ring onto her finger.
“Eric,” she said through her tears, “I did not know you were there, waiting for me. But if I had known, I would have waited a thousand years to finally be with you. You shall temper my light with your star filled nights. I cannot wait to see our child in your arms. And to spend the rest of my life, knowing your love. I cannot conceive of that blessing, but I want it. And I will stand beside you and fight your battles. Death to any and all that think to come against us,” she said. Kissing his ring finger, she slid the band on and leaned her forehead against his while he whispered back to her,
“Death to any and all that think to stand against us.”
“I know pronounce you husband and wife,” Gran said and everyone applauded. “You may kiss your bride and your groom!”
There was a lot of cheering and clapping while Sookie placed both of her hands on Eric’s face and pulled him in for a kiss.
It was sweet and lovely and love affirming, that kiss. Something that spoke to her soul and she knew that this was right. That this man was home and despite all the odds, they had found each other. And despite the odds, they would keep follow each other through hell and back.
Sookie pulled out her knife. Sparks sizzled until the blade became one blue flame.
“Hot damn!” Pamela breathed out. “I don’t know what she is, but I like it!”
“Eric,” Sookie smiled at him and reaching up, un buttoned his shirt and pushed his collar to one side, “You are blood of my blood and blood of my bond.” Lowering the knife toward him, the flame hissed out. The blade left a small prick and you could see where the blood oozed out. Leaning in, her mouth made contact and she liked if off with her tongue.
Righting herself, the wound closed and she drew back.
“Sookie,” Eric’s fangs dropped. “You are blood of my blood and blood of my bond,” his voice low and husky. His hands rested on her shoulders as his fingers began to move slowly, massaging her collar bones as he leaned in for the vampire kiss!
Licking her neck he bit and felt the blood ooze onto his tongue. Like a red river of molten lava, rich and dripping with life giving elixir!
Closing the wound, he drew back.
“Family,” Sookie said standing and pulling Eric up with her. “I would like to introduce you to my husband. Eric Northman.”
“Family,” Eric smiled, “I would like for you to meet my wife, Sookie Northman.”
They both said, “Death to any and all that think to stand against us.”
“And rightly so,” Gran nodded, as she moved in to kiss and hug on the bride and groom. “After you are finished receiving your congratulatory kisses, you need to sign the paper work so I can register it with the county.”
The crowd was small but love filled. And love had carried the day. Eric and Sookie hand in hand, walked over to the table where Gran was standing and signed it. Then Gran and Pamela, who signed with a flourish, while O.I. was applauding and whistling and cheering them on!
Eric glanced down at the document and gave his child a look. There was no missing her signature. She had indeed, learned something from John Hancock. “The War for Independence was very good for you,” he smiled at her.
She smiled and replied, “It is not every day you get to sign your maker’s marriage certificate. And I think,” she said eyeing the document, “we need something a bit more fancy. I have been taking classes on line from The Graphics Fairyand learning some very cool things and the downloads that come with membership is pretty sweet as well. So now, are you going to want this done in a Victorian motif or Viking?
Or,” she pointed to Sookie’s knife, “something blue and fiery? And damn,” she leaned in, “where can I find something like that knife, Momma Sookie?”
“It is one of a kind,” Eric responded “and made especially for my wife,” Eric finished with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Well, all righty then,” Pam nodded. “I know when I have been invited late to the party. I shall just be on my way, now, unless you want me to escort you two upstairs and perhaps be invited in?”
“Child…” Eric threatened.
“A very merry life to you both,” she blew them kisses and then was gone.
“All the best to you and yours,” Gran smiled in agreement as O.I./shifted to Tor, walked over with a bottle of honey liqueur and four glasses.
Pouring each a liberal shot, they all raised their glasses and clinked them together. “To happily ever after,” Gran smiled. “For my grandchildren, and those children yet to come, only the best!”
“Only the best,” they all shouted and downed their glass. Even Eric.
“How are you feelin’?” Sookie asked him as he set his glass down.
“Not like I am going to puke,” he replied. “Would not matter if I did. I was not not going to toast my bride and future children.
Speaking of which, wife,” he grinned at her, “might I entice you by carrying you up the stairs to our chamber?”
“Indeed you might,” she smiled in return as she placed her arms around his neck and he slide his arm under her legs.
Facing Gran and O.I., they both blew them kisses and with a very purposeful and somewhat flamboyant stride, not that he was bragging, but in his heart he was screaming a Tarzan yell, Eric was walking with his bride out of the room and up the stairs.
When Eric walked into their bedroom and closed the door, Sookie slid down the front of him and wiggled her eyebrows.
“Eric,” she began sweetly as she pulled him down and placed little tiny wet kisses on his lips. “Do you like bad girls?”
“Sookie,” he put both of his hands in hers and stepped back. “Is this a trick question? I just got married. I am hoping to get laid and have a hot, nasty blood exchange with my wife at her request. Am I going to stake myself in the heart, here?”
“No, I don’t think I am asking anything tricky. I just want a straightforward answer.”
“Then please define bad girls,” he answered.
“Well, one night, there was this guy in Merlotte’s, said he was from Houston with a lot of oil money in his pocket and that I was the cutest little thing he had ever seen. Said he would be real good to me if I would dance for him…in private.
You know, take me to New York in his private jet and we would shop and eat and see the sights if I would just dance for him. And if I was real good to him, why, there would be enough money for me to go to school. He called it an Easy Rider Scholarship and he would sponsor me for the entire four years.
I came home and told Gran about it and she said that was a bad girl come on. And sometimes high rollers did make their way to Bon Temps looking for something sweet and uncomplicated. That’s just Gran’s nice way of saying simple minded. And she pointed out how Gracey Mae went off with a sugar daddy. She just spent one night pole dancin’ for him and he gave her ten thousand dollars and a new car. Of course, she had to move away because she was shamed and her momma now goes to the Piggly Wiggly and church in Shreveport because everyone knows her around here and always asks if Gracey Mae is still takin’ dancin’ lessons.”
Eric nodded. “Me thinks you are going somewhere delicious with this, wife,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Well, I got to thinkin’ about that and especially after seeing the moive, Dirty Dancin’, and now that I can levitate, I feel like pole dancin’, only without the pole.”
“Oh,” Eric nodded in agreement, “I have a pole you can dance on.”
“I knew that was comin’ as soon as I said it. You are such a guy,” she said rolling her eyes and shaking a finger at him. “And I am sure you do and I am hopin’ we get around to that…but first, you know…” she hesitated and looked a bit sheepish. “I am inexperienced. But I…I…I do have some fantasies. And I have never been a bad girl and I think for my husband I could be a bad girl.”
“Indeed you can,” Eric said kicking off his shoes. “Do you want me in the chair or on the bed? Or standing? You can use me for your pole,” he said batting his eyelashes at her. “You just let me know, wife, and I am there for you!”
“Oh,” she nodded. “That might work. I undress myself and you and…and…oh…this could work!” she squealed in excitement. “I need some music! Nothin’ real loud, we don’t want to disturb Gran. But…I really like Barry White.”
“Barry White it is,” Eric said concentrating on his phone, his fingers flying over the keypad as he purchased every Barry White song in the playbook.
“Now what?” he asked, anticipation in his voice as I Can’t Get Enough of Your Love Baby started to play.
“Well,” she said, running her hands down her body and wiggling her hips, “how about if I just help you out of that shirt.”
Grinning, Eric gripped the right side and pulled as all the buttons went flying out into the room.
“Oh-h-h-h-h,” she cooed as she ran her hands down his bare chest and undid his belt. “Nice start,” she winked at him as she undid the top button on his slacks and leaning in, kissed his belly button. Poking in and out with her tongue, slowly she stood back up, running her tongue up the middle of his chest as she went. When she could go no higher, she thought higher and was now face to face with him. “Your neck, husband,” she winked as she pulled her blade. “I am going to start there with sipping your fineness before I move on down to the baby making stuff.”
Eric might have let out howl! Then he just might have howled again when she nicked his throat and latched on. Wrapping her legs around his waist he placed his hands on her ass and adjusted her so that she made contact with King Eric and enjoyed the ride as she bounced and wiggled around on him in time to the music and drank her fill!
As the song ended, so did Sookie and when Never Gonna Give You Up,started, she motioned Eric into the chair and she jumped up on the bed. As she sang along, she did a slow and languid and she was hoping, exciting strip tease! First her shirt, which she twirled over her head and then passed between her legs. Turning around, she ran it across her butt as she continued to dance along.
When her bra came off she fondled her breasts and then squatting down to the mattress, shook them at him. Just as slowly she went back up and dropped the slacks. As they pooled around her feet, with an easy grace she kicked them off the bed.
Which left only her panties…and her hands kept moving in and out of them with long sighs and whimpers coming from her mouth. When her fingers slipped inside her, pulling her hand slowly out she waved a come on at Eric.
Standing, he took a step toward the bed.
“Time to lose the pants, big guy,” she bit her bottom lip and reaching down, unzipped him. There to greet her was King Eric, bobbing away in time to the music. Kneeling down, she put both hands on the shaft and licking her lips, attached her mouth to the head.
When Eric started panting and thrusting his hips at her, she laughed wickedly and pulled back. “You want this?” she cooed, thrusting her pelvis forward.
A deep growl came out of his throat as his fangs dropped and his right hand dropped down and started stroking King Eric.
“Well,” she wrinkled her nose at him, “please do not finish before I do,” she blew him a kiss and standing back up began to undulate her hips in a slow, sensuous circle, making a point to bump her pelvis out more than once as it went by.
She pulled her panties off as she stepped slowly off into the air and then down onto the floor. “Please stand perfectly still,” she asked sweetly. “This is where I get to do my pole dancing,” she smiled. Holding Eric’s hands out in front of him, taking air steps until she was even with them, she stepped onto them and then onto his shoulders.
Just because she could, she did hand stands on top of his shoulders. And when she did deep knee squats, he tilted his head back and pulled her pussy down onto his mouth. When his tongue entered her, she moaned and ground around on his face.
“M-m-m-m-m,” came out of him in a low, guttural rumble which caused all of her girly parts to vibrate! “Put your legs around my neck and dance for me,” he growled.
Fluidly, her body moved into position and once his mouth made contact, she started sobbing, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”
“Hold on,” he moaned as his hands played with her flesh as he made his way to her nipples. Taking them between his fingers, she gasped and sputtered, Barry’s words somehow forgotten in her moanings for more!
Her pants came out in short, hot gulps of air. Trying to escape from her lungs and trying to fill them as well. His tongue was doing something fantastic to her insides! Her breasts felt full and heavy and ached!
“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” she panted as she shook from side to side oh his shoulders.
Fixing his thumbs and forefingers on her nipples, he pulled out and pinched.
The scream left her! Turning his head, he bit her femoral artery! And when she finished her orgasm, Eric licked the wound and pulled her down to him.
“Your turn,” he smiled at her.
“I..I..didn’t I just have my turn?” she asked.
“It gets better,” he said picking her up and placing her on the bed. “Much better.
Now,” he laid down beside her, “I am going to lavish kisses on your breasts, while my hands work your front and back.”
“Woof,” was all she could get out before Barry switched gears and so did Eric. He was stretching her. With his fingers, scissoring inside of her while his thumb worked over her nub. When she began to rock back and forth, her hands gripping his shoulders, his other hand followed the curve of her hip to her ass. Then he was doing incredible things to her ass! And her front and…and…and…his mouth was now on her breast and he was sucking! And she was screaming! She could not stop screaming! It was like some wild animal was going to claw its way past her throat and she bucked, begged and bounced around on the bed!
“Please,” she was finally sobbing when he lifted his mouth from her breast, kissed both nipples, and then lowered his mouth, kissing his way down her body. She was ready for him. Her wetness was running down her legs! With a deep tongue kiss inside of her, he moved, his body so that he was resting beside her while his fingers continued to stroke her. “You are wet and ready,” he was kissing her mouth where she could taste herself. “Do you want me?” he asked.
“Yes, oh please Eric, gawd yes. Please, please, please,” she was doing her best to wiggle under him and release the pressure that was building inside of her!
“My wife,” he sighed as he pushed himself up and on top of her. Placing King Eric at her entrance, he felt her moving in an ancient rhythm that beat in the blood. And it beat to the rhythm of his name!
His thumb became a bit harder on her nub and reaching behind, he placed a finger on the brown spot that made her gasp with pleasure.
“Now Eric, please now,” she groaned. Then he was inside her, his fingers working their magic while King Eric broke through and reigned supreme inside of her!
Her orgasm went from screams to ending in a whimper this time as her body relaxed against his. Good…he was most pleased with himself. A thousand years of practice had made sure he had satisfied his wife. When his grandmother had told him about this woman, he had often wondered if he would be good enough for her. Be able to please her in all ways. Be enough of a man to protect her and provide for her. That had been what this last thousand years was about. Being the best at everything so that she would not find him lacking.
Letting go of that small, nagging fear, he smiled to himself. Her body was now that of a woman, satiated and no longer longing for it knew not what. For now, there were no more mysteries about the mystical sharing of their bodies. For either of them.
The last thing she would learn about being a woman was when she gave birth and suckled his children. She was still shaking. With a kiss, he moved down to her lower body and spreading her legs, he licked the drying blood and once more he bit!
He felt the fire engulf him. Looking up, he could see the blue flames consuming both of them! They were pulling him back up to her! As he laid his head on her breast he nuzzled there gently as the fire began to diminish.
When the flames burned out, she kissed him and went to sleep.
“Barry, you never sounded so good,” he sighed as he pulled her onto the top of him and joined her in that in between place where lovers go after taking and giving pleasure.