Previously on Orbit:
“Come here, Sookie, let me show you what do with what you have in your hand.”
“Are you implying I don’t already know?” she sassed me.
“You are an artist, Sookie, have no doubt, but I can make you a master.” I leaned in and whispered into her ear and moment later she sat back her eyes large and dripping sex.
“You can really do that?”
“Twice on Sundays,” I assured her, turning her to stretch out beneath me on the sofa.
“Oh, please let it be Sunday,” she moaned.
“Pray for me, Sookie.”
“Someone sure needs to,” she groaned out as I put word to action.
“You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen,” I told her before I surrendered my ability to speak to higher purpose.
“That’s just ‘cause I look like yooooooooooou,” was the last thing she managed to say.
Damn straight! My ego yelled, tying up his tap shoes and getting ready to dance like he had never danced before.
Yosemite Sam And His Dragon
Our night seemed to last forever. What had at first scared me about the change in my appearance became a gift and in the moments I could think anything beyond how much I loved Eric I thought that was only right. He had scared me at first, too, and now he was the gift I had never been smart enough to ask for.
There was no place our bodies that remained untouched, unkissed, unloved. I learned so much about how it felt when I loved him and how it felt for me to love him. The images in my mind were not something I would place in the book of us, they were too private, and too consuming to risk that anyone would find them. We were completely naked to each other in every way. This showed me more than anything else could have how much he trusted me, how much he loved me.
I woke to find my normal form returned to me, our limbs tangled together on the edge of dawn his kisses marking me with mindless affection as his hands cradled me next to him. I felt him slip into his day rest and I snuggled closer falling back to sleep beside him.
When I woke up again he was settling us into his large tub full of bubbles and steaming water. I sighed and cuddled back to him, pulling his arms around me. He resumed kissing me as he had when he fell asleep that morning.
“All the pages of my mind are full of nothing but you now,” I said, not thinking of it, just letting it out as soon as it formed in my brain. He chuckled softly and kissed me again.
“You will make new pages in time, Sookie.”
“Probably, but I want them to always be full of you and how I feel right now in this moment.”
“Me, too.” His arms pulled me closer to his body.
“So, let’s do it. Let’s get the fuck out of here and go make new pages together.”
“All right.” I turned to face him.
“I’m serious, Eric.”
“I know,” he said smiling at me. “I can feel it.”
“Then pack what you need and let’s go tonight.”
“If I could leave tonight all I would need is right here in my arms.” I melted first in love and then in disappointment.
“But you can’t go tonight?”
“I have to see this festival through with Bill first, and I do have to make some arrangements for our travels. Have you decided where you want to go first?”
“Even if you insist, I will resist.”
“But its fun to say,” I whined, not anywhere near serious but having a good time anyway.
“But it’s not fun to visit.”
“So you pick. I don’t care as long as I am with you.” I was running my fingers over his arms, spelling out I love you in slow drawly swirls while I thought about what he had said the night before about my magic. There was no one I could trust or ask so I had to figure it out on my own. “Do you have houses with tubs like this anywhere besides here?” I asked absently, my mind floating free like my body.
“Several. I have one in Jamaica, and one in Paris, also in Sweden.”
“Anywhere else?” His hands slipped down beneath the water then, interrupting my spelling efforts on his flesh. I was in such a happy silly mood I heard the theme to Jaws hit a few beats in my brain before he found his target. I arched back against him and whispered his name as he started kissing my neck and moving his fingers in that way that made me crazy.
“I want to build a home right here,” he whispered his sexy voice in my ear as his fingers slipped into my body making me writhe against him.
“Did you get a permit for that?”
“Do I need one?”
“Ohhhh, yessssss,” his movements making me drag out my words as I tried to hold onto giving him a hard time before he gave me one, which was going to be any minute now from the way his arousal was pressing into my back. I could feel my body responding to him and words were growing more and more distant but I refused to give up without a fight. “You have to get permission to take ownership here and build a home. Pay the fees.”
“What are the fees?” he asked, his fangs scraping my skin and sending me closer to the edge his fingers were taking me to. My arm came up around the back of his head pulling him down and urging him to bite me while I arched back and felt the head of him line up with my entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself down on him.
“Full access to this at all times,” I moaned as I rose up and little and then back down.
“I can work with that,” he said as his fangs sank into and I broke apart in his arms, taken with him as any woman could ever be.
“No, NO! I told you those chairs go there!” Any minute now that prancing asshole was going to yell about how he was the King of Louisiana and when he said he wanted the chairs someplace they had better get there. I flashed for a moment on Yosemite Sam and his dragon. I could only hope that I would be the one to lower the drawbridge on this tiny tyrant when the time came. I nearly laughed out loud picturing him yelling, “Close it, close it, close it up again! I am the king of Louisiana, close it up again.”
“Master, you are filled with something dangerously near glee. I assume all is well with you and Sookie?” Pam asked me quietly, but not so quietly that his majesty couldn’t help but over hear. She was goading the little tyrant. I saw Bill’s normal stick up his ass expression twist a little tighter. I should punish her for that, but really I was enjoying it too much to be too hard on her. Instead I just arched a brow at her and shook my head slightly.
As much fun as it was to fuck with Bill if I were planning to petition to leave in a few days I needed him to be just this side of psychotic. I knew it was a long shot but I wasn’t going to press my luck. I might send him post card when we got to wherever we were going but we would be out of here by then and it would hardly matter, much. Once I was free nothing short of the Authority could call me back.
“Sheriff, I expect you to bring Sookie with you to the Festival of Tolerance.” I bet you do, asshole.
“I will ask her.”
“No, you will tell her. She is yours now, correct? You must make her heel to your command.”
“A little louder, majesty and even the humans here will know this for the farce it is.” The gall, he was peddling tolerance for a race he was insisting I enslave a member of to attend. Fuck him, two can play at this game. I hit record on my phone in my pocket.
“Watch your tone, Sheriff Northman.”
“Are you suggesting that I force my bonded to heel and attend this Festival, the very Festival that is called the Festival of Tolerance and is designed to show the human race that we are not a threat to them?”
“Yes, majesty. We have bonded, and as such I have nothing but the utmost respect for her to make her own decisions about her attendance to this festival.” We were nearly bonded, so it was almost the truth, and it was the implications of that near truth that I was counting on making this little leech show his true colors.
“I command you to bring her! End of discussion!”
“What possible benefit is there to have my Sookie attend this function?” Oh, I could see the crazy rise a level in his eyes on that one. He really almost made this too easy. There had to be some way I could turn this to my advantage.
“As a nearly human and vampire couple you will be demonstrating the possibilities between our races.” NEARLY HUMAN? Did that fucker just out her?
“So you want to parade her in front of the cameras like a pedigreed poodle?” My fangs were down now, an instinctive response when angered to this level.
“No, not at all. I plan to parade you both around like a couple of pedigreed poodles. Nan arrives at 8PM. I expect you and your Sookie to be here to greet her.” He pranced away then, which probably saved his life. I was seething everything was red when Pam dumped the proverbial bucket of cold water over my head.
“Why do you suppose Nan wants to meet Sookie?” she asked me in Old Norse. I looked at her sharply, the red receding from the edges of my vision.
This was going to be much more dangerous than I had ever dreamed.
It took me less than five minutes to pack and place my suitcase by the door. I took one last look around the old farm house and then I closed the door and headed out to the car. I had my hand on the door handle when I felt a void appear behind me. It wasn’t there and then it was. The only vampires I had ever seen move that fast were Godric and Eric. Expecting Eric I turned to find myself facing a female vampire about my height and build.
“You smell like heaven,” she said her eyes glazing over and she started toward me taking another lung full of heaven. “And my brother. You are Eric’s.” It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t answer her. Eric has a sister? A British sister come to that, from her accent. Still, best to get on with the in-laws whenever possible.
“I am Sookie,” I said remembering not to stick my hand out to a strange vampire.
“I have a message for my brother. You will give it to him,” she said pressing in and attempting to glamour me. I spent a moment trying to decide if I should tell her or play along. She was Godric’s child, and Eric’s sister which was about the best recommendation I could think of when it came to a vampire, but still. Eric had impressed upon me to trust no one but him, and since he hadn’t said anyone but him OR his sister, I decided to go along with it. Hopefully, if she could be trusted we could laugh over it later.
“A message,” I said letting my eyes go unfocused and my tone sound dreamy.
“Nan has been commissioned by the Authority to take you at the Festival of Tolerance. If he gets in the way they will kill him. You will go quietly with them so that he is not harmed.” I bristled inside at first their plan to take me and then to hurt my Eric. “Why are they so interested in you?” She asked stepping closer, likely to take a taste for herself and see what the fuss was all about. That was where I drew the line.
My hands lit up and I dropped the fake glamour. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I asked her in a tone as cold as ice. She blinked, her perfect porcelain face a mask of surprise.
“How?” she took a step closer and I blasted her across the yard, moving toward her rather than away, I caught her in a net of light, reveling in her scream that split the night.
“Who told Nan about me?” I asked her feeling the power rushing through me, physically needing to end her with every beat of my heart.
“The King of Louisiana,” she screamed. “Please, stop! It hurts!”
“What did he tell them?”
“I don’t know! I was not part of that. I came to save my brother because I love him!” I tightened the net on her enjoying her screams.
“I love him, too!” I spat at her, fighting to not kill her.
“Then you will walk away! You will be the True Death to Eric!”
“No!” I turned away then and walked away. I took a deep breath and managed to suppress the desire to end her. Eric would love his sister. Godric would have loved her, too, and she did come here to save him. I dropped the energy net and turned to face her.
“Leave, while you can.” She stood with some effort and wiped the blood off her face that had come out of her nose and ears while I had held her in the net.
“If you want to save him, if you truly care for him, you will get as far away from him as you can.” My hair and dress blew in the breeze of her departure. When I was sure she was gone I fell to the ground and let the tears come down.
Did we come so far only to lose each other now, my beloved?