Dead Ever After Re-write (Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman)

Chapter 20

First I want to apologize for taking so long to post the next chapter. I have been trying to organize my time between full time school and a full time job. Here's the next chapter, and as promised.... It's HOT. Lots of lemons.... Enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of these characters. The original story and the characters belong to Charlaine Harris. I am only borrowing them for a little while.

Chapter 20

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Sookie's POV

"Care to explain this lover?" Eric asked, standing where Niall stood a second ago. He was soak wet, patches of sand all over his body, and even algae stuck to his hair. "Why do I have a slight headache?"

"Well..." I considered different venues to explain what happened, but I thought it was better not to tell him the whole story. He might not appreciate it.

"I thought if you woke up here, then we could save time and actually have our talk that we have been postponing for far too long. With Sophie Anne back as queen, you will be too busy helping establish the new regime. We're talking about what... weeks? I won't wait that long. So, Jason helped me to get you here."

He stood there, waiting for me to continue. He raised his eyebrow, but since I didn't say more then he said, "There's sticky sand in my pockets, my phone is dead because it got wet, and I smell like what humans describe as rotten eggs. What else did Jason helped you with?"

"Uh... on the way here four men attacked us, but Alcide's guys helped us. You ended up at the bottom of a lake."

"Yet, you're clean, and you put my life in danger," he complained.

"We covered you with thick comforters, so you were safe," I explained; not sure he would agree with me.

"You owe me," he stated as a matter of fact.

"I don't owe you anything! And don't get me started on the fact that you agreed to divorced me and marry somebody else!" My tone was no longer soft, full of guilt feelings; the thought of him agreeing to marry Freyda infuriated me.

"You owe me," he repeated himself and stalked towards me. His serious gaze never left my face. His presence evoked power, fear, and respect. He stopped less than one inch from me. Even though my face was at his chest level, I kept looking up at him. He was intimidating.

He was right about one thing: he reeked. I didn't perceive our smell when we drove back home, but now that I was clean, his smell stood up. He tilted his head in a threatening manner, and without letting my gaze go, he slightly bent forward, threw me over his shoulder, and took me upstairs. When he put me down in the bathroom, my clean clothes were wet again.

He took off his wet clothes very fast and then proceeded to take off mine. He first started fast, but he slowed down as he progressed while his mouth explored my exposed skin. My body and my mind contradicted each other: one wanted Eric to hurry up and fill me up with his thick erection; the other one wanted him to take his time and explore every inch of my body.

He stopped suddenly and went to turn on the shower. My body protested the second he left. He extended his hand for me to take it which I did without a second thought. As I passed by him, he hugged me tight, and my body shivered at his touch. He rubbed his cold, wet, naked body against mine, and his erection poked my lower back. His hands were wrapped around me, firmly stationed on my breasts which he playfully squeezed, sending erotic signals between my legs.