Back In Time

Chapter 9: In Which My Uterus Attacks

I woke up reluctantly and on my stomach. I kept my eyes closed and stretched my neck out, making appreciative noises as I felt my muscles stretch. I felt Eric shift his weight beside me, carefully leaning over my back. I smiled into my pillow, turning my head slightly. He ran his hand down my side, kissing my neck softly. I hummed in the back of my throat as he pulled my knees apart gently. I let him move me and felt him settle between my legs. I could feel his weight on my back, and his erection a little further down. He rocked his hips against me and I automatically pressed my butt back into him.

He slowly kissed my ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth as he slid a hand under my stomach and down to press against my clit. He moved his fingers in a circular motion, pressing firmly against the little bud. Delicious waves tingled through my stomach. I pushed back further, giving him plenty of room to work, and could feel him hard against me. He slid two fingers inside me and I gasped a little, feeling how wet I already was. He growled and removed his hand to pull my waist up roughly. I growled back, feeling him hard against my opening, and his hands tightened on my hips. I rubbed back against him, eager to let him in, and lifted myself up on to my hands, going on to all fours. Then I finally opened my eyes.

And saw that we were not in our bed.

And then I realized which bed we were in.

And then I remembered the whole horrible shit-storm from the night before.

And then I realized who I was about to relieve my evening wood with. And then I squealed; loudly.

"What is it, lover?" he asked, his voice ragged. And then I remembered the hooker from the night before. And despite my vow not to be pissed at him, since it wasn't really him, I'll admit I was a little pissed.

"I'm not your lover," I spat the word, pulling away from him even though my body wanted nothing more than to stay right where it was. I spun around, pulling the night gown back down around my no-gooders. I looked up at him and my breath caught in my throat.

Eric on any day is a sight to behold. Eric undressed is enough to burn your retinas right out of their sockets. Eric on his knees, stark naked, sporting a full erection and eyes hazed over with lust, will damn near kill you. I damn near died. Oh, what a way to go.

I had a really indecisive few seconds where I was about to say, 'Eff it, let's do this!' but then I came to my senses.

"I don't even know you!" I exclaimed.

"You will, we will be lovers. Let's hasten it," he made a good point.

"I can't, it's too weird. Don't you even want to know anything about me?" I asked, my conviction fading.

"I do know things about you," he reasoned. Damn, was he always this rational?

"But, I mean, what about-"

"Sookie, can you look at my face while you're speaking please?" he asked in a teasing voice. I was mortified to realize that my eyes had been glued to 'Little Eric' and sent a silent thank you to the man upstairs that vampires couldn't blush. I tore my gaze away and looked up at his face. The bastard was smirking, and it was so sexy. I tried to think of a safe place on his body to look and realized there was none. He was just too effing hot.

"I can't, it's just too weird! I mean, I want to," I said miserably, willing him to understand. His nostrils flared the tiniest bit.

"I know," he said. Gross. "Give in to the impulse," he said in that velvety voice of his.

"I can't, I'm sorry. I feel really bad. I thought you were you and that's why I was ... responding. I didn't mean to get you all worked up," I glanced down at my lap, ridiculously uncomfortable.