Her breath caught when he admitted what he desired to do to her and she bowed her head, feeling her face grow hot with each word that he spoke. She took in the linoleum floor, remembering all of the years she had spent on her hands and knees scrubbing it, and the one traumatizing experience when it was her grandmother’s own blood.
Remembering something so simple as scrubbing the floor helped keep her grounded, keeping her from admitting to him how wonderful that sounded. It wouldn’t be fair to him considering she also yearned for the similar experience with Bill. She was so lost in her thoughts that when he slammed the bottle down, it caused her to give a start, quickly pushing her eyes away from the floor to meet….air. She walked out of the kitchen hastily, ignoring the microwave buzzing the finish of the cycle. She had to stop him, that much was obvious.
After all, she had taken in everything he had said, and undoubtedly he now felt like he was guilting her because she didn’t choose him. “Eric…” Sookie sighed, stopping in front of him. She paused before she reached out and licked her thumbs, gently wiping the blood from his face.
“Why don’t you stay with me tonight?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet. “I’m not saying …so don’t expect that. I’m just saying that if you wanted, you could stay here and lay with me until I sleep, and then you could go to ground here in your hidey-hole. I’m not saying I’m gonna want you to stay when you wake up, but for tonight I want you to.” She wanted to be clear with him that this wasn’t her choosing him.
He looked up at her sadly as she wiped at his face but, despite her efforts, the bloody tears kept coming. His lips were parted as he took in shaky, unnecessary breaths, trying to calm his nerves. His fingers fiddled nervously with his pantleg, trying to get all the blood off his hands. He didn’t really realize or care that he was ruining his expensive suit or that Pam would be upset with him for it. He just stared into her eyes as she spoke.
Eric’s pointless breathing stopped when she asked him to stay. As he continued to stare, his eyes became more hopeful. And, even though she made it clear that nothing would happen between them, he gave a small, sad, grateful smile. “I would love to stay,” he whispered. “Thank you, Sookie.” He bowed his head as he took his shoe off again and placed it gently on the stair next to his other one.
Eric turned his eyes back to her. “Sookie? Do you think I could… listen to your heartbeat again?” His voice was small, his shoulders were rounded in on himself. He was nothing like the Eric that every other creature on this Earth saw. This was a special Eric, reserved just for her.
Sookie gave a slight nod, returning his smile as she watched him take off his shoes. Picking them up and drawing away from him, she went to put them back by the door, next to a pair of hers. She paused when he asked her if he could listen to her heartbeat, and she turned to look over at him. Seeing him this way tugged on her heartstrings, something that she knew wasn’t a good sign. It affected her even more so now because he had all of his memories. This was the Eric that she had known now for months, not the Eric that was vulnerable because his lack of memories.
Walking to him, she slowly reached out and touched his cheek again, looking into his face, her eyes studying his. Finally, she smiled and nodded, “Of course you can.”
Take a dance class, preferably several, before you apply to be a dancer in a bar. Specifically, in my bar.
Sincerely,
Eric Northman
…Well. Someone’s in a bad mood.
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Yes. You can be eloquent.
Thank you.
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Good word. It’s quite fitting.
Oh?
eloquently, actually. :)
I’m sorry to hear that. Yes, they were both good. One made me cry, but it was still good.
I’m fine. It was my night off so I’ve spent it watching a few movies. How are you?
Sookie picked up her mug and immediately moved back to the sink, filling up the mug in silence. Being away from him helped her to clear her head, though her heart was still hammering in her chest. Crossing to the microwave, she stuck the mug in and closed it, turning to look at him again. For some reason, she felt as if her kitchen was utterly small. She had never quite had that feeling before.
She could still almost feel where his fingertips had been on her skin, as if her skin had engraved his touch into her memory. “Sorry you don’t care much for it,” she said, though she didn’t offer him up any other options and didn’t expect him to think there would be.
When he apologized for calling her Snooki, she chuckled, finally deciding to pull her hair out of her ponytail. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you knew any better,” she shrugged off the ‘Snooki’ comment as she raked her fingers through her hair like a makeshift comb.
“You don’t have to leave, either. I mean, if you have things to do then that’s fine too. I’m just saying don’t leave on my account.”
Eric peeled the label off his Tru Blood and then tried to stick it back on. A part of him was really furious because he felt so insecure. He’d never liked feeling insecure. He was taught that insecurity was a weakness and it was shameful to your entire family. “I would love to stay,” he said softly. He figured she would ask him to leave if he said this… Though he felt like he had to. “But… Sookie, you should know… when I’m here, I want to rip off your clothes and teach you that I don’t have to be the heartless guy you remember.” His eyes bloodied up again, much to his dismay. “I can be the man you fell in love with. If you let me, I could be the perfect guy for you…”
Eric turned his head away from her as a thick, red tear slid down his face. He put the empty bottle of Tru Blood on the table behind him with a loud, crisp noise. “I’ll go,” he said in a small voice. Eric was suddenly at the front door. He stopped and bent down to get his shoes at a normal, human speed. He prayed she’d stop him.
Eric let out a heavy breath and smeared the blood across his face as he wiped at his tears, now rolling freely. He sniffled and sat down on her stairs to put his shoes back on. Wiping the blood on his hands on his expensive grey suit pants, he tied his left shoe back on.
Her breath caught when he admitted what he desired to do to her and she bowed her head, feeling her face grow hot with each word that he spoke. She took in the linoleum floor, remembering all of the years she had spent on her hands and knees scrubbing it, and the one traumatizing experience when it was her grandmother’s own blood.
Remembering something so simple as scrubbing the floor helped keep her grounded, keeping her from admitting to him how wonderful that sounded. It wouldn’t be fair to him considering she also yearned for the similar experience with Bill. She was so lost in her thoughts that when he slammed the bottle down, it caused her to give a start, quickly pushing her eyes away from the floor to meet….air. She walked out of the kitchen hastily, ignoring the microwave buzzing the finish of the cycle. She had to stop him, that much was obvious.
After all, she had taken in everything he had said, and undoubtedly he now felt like he was guilting her because she didn’t choose him. “Eric…” Sookie sighed, stopping in front of him. She paused before she reached out and licked her thumbs, gently wiping the blood from his face.
“Why don’t you stay with me tonight?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet. “I’m not saying …so don’t expect that. I’m just saying that if you wanted, you could stay here and lay with me until I sleep, and then you could go to ground here in your hidey-hole. I’m not saying I’m gonna want you to stay when you wake up, but for tonight I want you to.” She wanted to be clear with him that this wasn’t her choosing him.
It wouldn’t matter anyway.
It wouldn’t change how you feel.
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