I was sitting in booth at Sangue, the vampire club in Rio de Janeiro, sipping a True Blood a week later when I saw her for the first time. She was dressed in almost nothing, her deep olive skin standing out in contrast to the white string bikini she was wearing. Her voluptuous breasts threatening to escape the confines of her tiny top as she twirled and jiggled her hips in time with the drum heavy music. Her hair was short, straight and ink black, the blue highlights catching the club strobe lights as she danced.
I wanted to go to her immediately, but stopped myself, thinking instead of how excellent it would be to feed on something other than True Blood and to feel a woman’s body beneath me and around me. I swore to myself then and there that this woman would be mine before the sun rose.
After watching her for a while longer, I rose from my booth and moved toward her on the crowded floor. She had a partner, then I was her partner. He tried to argue, to start a fight over me cutting in. I glamoured him away, and then turned my attention to her, placing my hands possessively on her hips and pulling them to mine before letting my hands run down to cup her barely covered ass. Her turquoise blue eyes looked into mine, a sliver of humor there are she matched her movements to mine, and rubbed herself against me, making me even harder than she had when I watching her from the booth.
She put her arms around my neck, crossing her wrists behind my head, leaning into me she asked above the music, “So, you would be my lover then?”
“Yes,” I looked into her eyes thinking how easy it should be to glamour her, but I had lost my taste for that with my last lover.
“I am not sure that I am interested,” she said in heavily accented English, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a dismissive gesture. I glanced down taking in her hard nipples that made her lips liars. “My last lover, was…irreplaceable,” she said, as she stared at me, daring me to contradict her, or to claim that I could be as good or better.
“Mine as well,” I told her, holding her gaze, daring her to go on, to take this to the next level. “Dance with me as you danced with him,” I said to her, my hand ghosting over her breast, grazing her nipple while I breathed into her ear, shifting her body to put my leg in between hers. I thought she might pull back, shove me away for being so presumptuous but as soon as I saw that spark of challenge in her sea colored eyes I knew that I had met my match.
I saw her smirk widen when, as if by magic Attitude by Hardknox started to pound through the speakers. I saw the DJ stop and look around confused and threw my head back genuine laughter that was knocked right out of me when I felt her legs flex around my thigh, the moisture from her body seeping through the cloth on my leg as she ground against me, working toward coming right there in my arms on the dance floor. I felt all the love I had for her flow through me as I wrapped her in my arms, wound my long cool body around her and kissed her neck, sucking gently while I flexed my thigh muscle, pressing against her and then releasing slowly.
“I have missed you, lover,” she said in my ear, panting she was so close to release. I helped by pressing my leg harder against her sensitive flesh.
“And I you, beloved,” just as she shuddered against me, finding her pleasure in my arms once again.
It had only been a week since the Festival of Tolerance, but I had missed Eric more than any words could have ever conveyed. The fact he wanted to replay the first time we had been together was just…so Eric…so perfect.
When I had gone backstage with Bill I had wished him into my place, memories and human form included. It had been him that Nan had carted away to the Authority and an illusion that Pam had staked Bill to save Nan’s life. My Viking was a genius, and we were free to travel the world as we had wanted to do.
I missed my appearance, but as long as he didn’t I guess it didn’t matter too much. “Did you bring my suitcase?” I asked him as I came back from down my high on his thigh.
“In my room,” he answered.
“Take me, there.” A moment later he was taking me against the wall of his suite, pounding into me like he could fuck me hard enough to make up for the days we had been separated. And I had to give it to him, if anybody had a cock that could magically turn back time, I would look at his first. Suddenly, the dirty hard reenactment slipped away and I was left with my lover.
He carried me to the bed, still buried inside me and sat down with me across his lap. His hands came to my hips to hold me in place as he thrust up into me slowly murmuring words of Swedish love in my ear. I had had seven days and nights to myself waiting on him to get here. I had put them to good use.
“Knulla mig hårdare,” I whispered in his ear and felt him shiver in my arms. “Djupare , älskare!” His hands clutched my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he worked to comply with my request. He was about two strokes away from bringing me to the mother of all orgasms when suddenly he started speaking Swedish himself.
“Gifta sig med mig . Bli min fru! Bond med mig , var min för evigt!” His voice, so torn between pleasure and need, touched me inside, and combined with what he was doing to my body it sent me over the edge pulling him with me a moment later. He fell back and rolled us over, his hips moving his still hard length slowly inside me.
“I didn’t know you spoke, Swedish, lover, but I like it.”
“You lost me at the end there, cowboy. What was that you said?” “I asked you to be my wife, forever, Sookie.” We were married in Rio three nights later.
The night after we married she opened her suitcase and pulled out the model rocket kit I gotten her when we first started this journey together. It was the only thing she had packed. We sat at the small table in our room for hours completing the assembly, arguing quietly over which piece went where and how it should look when we were done.
She wanted to use superglue on some parts instead of the standard glue explaining that the stress of launch could make it come apart. I let her do it in some places and held out that the standard glue would be all right for most parts and pieces. When she huffed and crossed arms at me I explained that even if we lost some of the parts along the way we could patch it up again.
I was still never quite sure when we were talking about the rocket or us.
This got her arms uncrossed and back to snuggling in my arms again. I missed Sookie sometimes, her blond hair and chocolate eyes but I knew she was there, and what she looked like didn’t matter so much, it was how she felt when she was in my arms that reminded me why I loved her so much.
We set the rocket off the first time in Rio, laughing like children when we flew up beside it and plucked it from the air before it could fall back to earth. “Was it what you thought it would, Sookie? Pinning this rocket to your ass and reaching for orbit in my arms?”
“No,” she said, her fingers running through my hair, making my scalp tingle. “It was so, so much better.”
“For me, too,” I told her as we touched down on the ground, already planning to blast off again, as soon as possible.