Chapter 101: Dream a Little Dream, Part 1

Eric opened his eyes to find his wife and himself in what looked to be a hotel room.  She was giggling as she looked around.

His eyebrows waggled.  “Where are we, lover?”

“You tell me.”  There was mirth in her eyes. 

Eric shook his head and chuckled.  He looked more closely at Sookie and then the room.  She was in the coat dress that she’d borrowed from Isabel the night of the bombing at Godric’s home.  And he was dressed in his black trousers and tank top from the same night.  He looked at the stationary on the desk and saw that they were in the Hotel Carmilla in Dallas. 

He gave her a smirk.  “I wanted to unwrap you from that dress, Sookie—especially when you were sucking the silver out of my body.”

“Do you mean when you were tricking me to suck it out?” she asked playfully.

His expression flickered to regret for a moment until he saw her stern look.  He chuckled.  “I still wish that I had not tricked you.”

She shrugged.  “It ended up bein’ a good thing.  It got me to admit that I’d been thinkin’ about you for a while.  And it probably went a long way toward limiting the power of Bill’s blood in me.”  She smirked.  “Of course, the way you went about it was completely underhanded.”

“And high-handed,” he added with a mischievous grin.

Very,” she agreed with a smirk as she walked toward him.  “This is where it happened―you know.”

“What?” he asked, looking around the room. 

“The first dream I had with you was set in this room.”

 “You mean the dream I tried to control—the one that backfired on me?” he asked curiously.

“Uh-huh,” she answered coquettishly as she came to a stop directly in front of him and ran a finger down his chest. 

He smirked dangerously.  “You never gave me the details about that dream, min kära.  If I remember correctly, I told you about it backfiring, but you did not tell me what happened in it.” 

“Would you like to experience it firsthand?” she flirted.

“Mmmm,” he purred.  “A little role-playing?” 

She chuckled.  “Something like that—except I think I’ll leave out the Lorena parts.”

He looked at her in question. 

“Lorena tried to insert herself into the dream a couple of times.  I think it was because I felt guilty about dreaming about you since I was still officially with Bill at the time.  Or maybe it was because Bill’s blood was tryin’ to sabotage the dream you sent.  Who knows?  But I’m gonna leave her out of our little,” she paused and grinned, “re-creation recreation.”

“That’s fine by me.”  Eric leered and then looked around.  “Now—where do ya want me?”

His suggestive question gave Sookie many, many very naughty ideas, but she tabled those for later and stayed focused on her dream, which was—after all—sexy enough, and she planned to add some missing details to the beginning and the end of it.  Looking at her husband, she didn’t think that he’d mind a bit of improvisation either.  The thought of that as well as the roguish look on his handsome face caused a chemical reaction in her body, which―in turn―caused her panties to immediately dampen.

Eric’s smirk became impossibly deeper as he scented her arousal. 

She gave him a smirk of her own and pointed to the bed.  “I’m gonna need you on the bed,” she answered his question.

He chuckled and quickly lay down on the bed with a big bounce.

“Nope,” Sookie said.  “That’s not quite right.  I’m gonna need you to get naked first.”

Using vampire speed, Eric was standing in front of her in less than a second.  “Does this mean that you will be getting naked as well, lover?”  The rumble of his voice drew out more puddles from her core. 

Stifling the impulse to pounce him, she smiled sweetly.  “You will just have to wait and see, cowboy.  Now—strip!” she ordered

His impish grin seemed to melt her already impossibly wet panties, and his glittering eyes told her that he knew it too.  

“Ah—you wish for me to strip?”  Those irrepressible eyebrows were waggling again.  “Was a striptease part of your dream?”

She inhaled sharply, thinking for a moment that she should just lie and say that it was.  Instead, she shook her head.

“Pity,” he said as he backed a few steps away from her.  He slowly reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it even more slowly over his torso and then head.  He tossed the garment to her feet.  “Did I ever tell you about the time I had to dance in a strip club because of a bet I lost with Pam?” 

She gulped in more air at the sight of his chest, his abs, and those devilish V-shaped muscles that led straight to a part of him that was currently straining to remove itself from his trousers.  

“Uh—no, I don’t think you did,” Sookie stammered as she tried not to drool when her husband began to sway his hips seductively.  It looked like he had a little improv in mind as well.  She didn’t mind one tiny bit.

He unbuckled his belt and whipped it from his pants in a quick movement.  It disappeared to the other side of the room.  Sookie didn’t watch its trajectory, however.  She was too busy following the movements of his hips. 

“I would be happy to give you a private showing sometime, lover,” he leered.  “However to do it adequately, I would need the proper equipment.”

From where Sookie was standing, it looked like his equipment was more than adequate.  She licked her lips, and her eyes moved hungrily to said equipment. “And what’s the proper equipment?”

He purred, “A Viking costume and a pole—of course.”

“Of course,” Sookie muttered, no longer able to stop her mouth from opening as she watched his little impromptu show.  If she’d had control of her mind just then, she would have told him that he seemed to have the pole requirement taken care of already.  As it was, she had to remind herself that she still needed to breathe, so quips were quite impossible.    

His smirk seemed permanent now as he unbuttoned his trousers.  He looked down in mock surprise.  “Naughty, naughty, little fairy!”

“What?” she spluttered. 

“You have once again forgotten to dream me with underwear.  Tsk, tsk.”  He bent his knees and dipped down in a dance move that showed off his graceful, long body to its best effect.

She was holding her breath dangerously now.

As he rose again, he peeled back the fabric of his trousers to expose a hint of the monster hiding there. “This is becoming,” he paused, “a very naughty habit of yours.”

If her panties had been melting before.  Now they were now on fire.

“Wouldn’t want you to have to strain yourself,” she managed to say breathlessly. 

“Oh—trust me—when you are near me, there is always a strain in this particular area, lover.”

“Christ on a cracker,” she muttered.

He chuckled and then quickly turned around as his slipped his pants slowly downward.  As his perfect ass came into view, Sookie almost came—without ever having been touched—in her now utterly useless panties.

After he removed his pants, he turned around slowly even as he continued to sway his hips.  And that was not all that was swaying. 

She gulped loudly. 

 He moved closer toward her.  “Just what was I doing when I was naked in the bed during your dream, lover?”

“Talking mostly,” she stammered.

He growled a little.  “Perhaps the dream me is not as intelligent as I thought.”  He brought his body flush with hers and gracefully dragged all of his appendages down and then back up her body.  He whispered into her ear as he rocked gently against her.  “I do not think I could limit myself to talking if I were in a bed with you.”

Her bottom lip quivered as she responded.  “Well—when the dream started we were both naked in bed.  And it did seem like we had just finished having sex before the dream began.”

“That sounds more like it, lover.”  There was a low rumble in his chest, something between a purr and a growl.  “In that case, I believe that we should have sex right now—so that we can both be in the proper state of mind when you tell me more about your dream―of course.”

Sookie bit her lip and nodded as she began to unbutton her coat-dress.  “That sounds like the scientific thing to do.”

“Yes,” Eric agreed as he followed the movements of her fingers and took in each new inch of skin that she exposed.  “Where do you think we had sex—before your dream started?”

Sookie shrugged as her now trembling fingers continued to unbutton the garment that was keeping her flesh from her husband’s still-dancing body. 

“Against this wall?” he suggested, glancing quickly at the wall behind Sookie.

She gasped and undid another button.

“Maybe on the desk?” his eyebrow rose as he once again ground his hips into her body.

Another gasp.  Another button.

“The floor?” he asked, looking downward, though he was looking at her traveling fingers rather than the actual floor.

Another button.

“I’m not sure.” Sookie managed.  “All I know is that we ended up on the bed.”

“Well then,” Eric said, as he moved his lips to her neck and began pushing her now completely unbuttoned garment from her shoulders, “I will make sure that we end up there—for the sake of science.”

“Good idea,” Sookie stuttered, as her dress hit the floor and his hands began to travel softly over her skin.  His hips were still moving from his dance, and they soon ground against her almost naked body.

“Dance with me, wife,” he said seductively. 

Her body responded immediately by grinding right back into his.

Eric growled.  “The first night I saw you, I wanted to take you on the dance floor of Fangtasia.”

She reddened, but she also smiled.  “You are such a perv,” she said as she shimmied down his body and took the opportunity to rid herself of her sopping panties at the same time.

He growled.  “I also wanted to throw you over my shoulder and take you into my office,” he whispered into her ear as he nibbled her lobe.

She gasped.  “What would have you done to me there?”

His chest was still rumbling as he whispered into her ear.  “I would have fought my urge to rip your little white and red dress from your body.”

“Oh?” she sounded as he took her other earlobe between his teeth.

“Yes,” he confirmed.  “It would have been difficult, but I would have taken it off of you very carefully so as to preserve it.”  He growled again.  “I wish I could have been the one to kill the Maenad—just so that I could take revenge for that dress, min älskare.”

She chuckled a little as his lips moved to her forehead and his hands slid down her body, even as their lower halves continued to dance with each other.  His cock was coming tantalizingly close to her dripping core, by this point. 

“What would you have done after you had that dress off of me?” she asked breathlessly.

“That depends, lover.” 

“On what?”

He leaned back a bit so that he could look her in the eyes.  “On what you were wearing underneath that dress.”

She gasped yet again, this time because of the hunger in his eyes.  “Strapless ivory bra and ivory boy shorts,” she answered automatically.  She distinctly remembered trying on several combinations of undies that night to make sure they wouldn’t show under the dress.

“Were you fond of them?” he asked as he dragged his cock even closer to her opening.

“Not particularly,” she managed.

He moaned against her neck, where his blunt teeth were now teasing her flesh.  “I would have ripped them to shreds then.”

“Hey,” she protested with a moan of her own.  “Tearing clothing off of someone’s body could chafe.”

He chuckled throatily.  “That is why I would have taken both hands to it, lover.  You wouldn’t have felt a thing.  Have I not used this technique with you before?”  He paused as he continued to nip at her neck. 

She nodded with a sigh.

“I do so enjoy using two hands for certain tasks.”  As he said this, both of his hands grasped her breasts.

“Then what would you have done?” she squeaked.

“Mmmm,” he sounded as he brought his mouth down to join one of his hands on her breast.  “Then, I would have set you onto my desk and made you mine.”

She gave him a coy smile as she reached between them and took his cock into her hands.

It was his turn to gasp. 

“So this could have been mine from day one―then?” she asked as she began to stroke him.   

“Yes—from minute one,” he confirmed with another growl. 

Her smile turned sly as she glanced toward the desk.  “Care to show me what you would have done?”

In a whir, she found herself sitting on the desk with a very amorous and aroused vampire kneeling in front of her.  Both of her legs were resting on his wide shoulders.  He was looking at her sex like it was a work of art.  To him, it was.

She blushed all over.

He raised his eyes to hers and captivated them.  “You were a virgin that night, my love.  So I would have begun by making sure that you were completely ready for me.”  He very gently slid his fingers over her nether lips, taking the moisture he found dripping from her and slickening her clit with it.  He continued touching her with tender caresses even as he held her eyes.

She moaned, “Eric.”

He spoke in that hypnotic tone he had.  “To get you used to my touch, I would have begun by stimulating your labia like this.”

She gasped as he drew circles around said lady bit.

“Then,” he continued, “I would have gauged how you liked having your clit touched.  Since intercourse can be quite painful for a woman the first time, I would have wanted to know exactly what to do to make sure you felt mostly pleasure when I finally entered you.”

He brought his fingers to her clit and took his time circling it in various ways and with various pressures applied.

He grinned mischievously.  “I would have been very gratified that you enjoy all the ways I touch you here, lover.  I would have been happy to see you opening yourself to me―even as you are now.  I would have known immediately that your body was made to be touched by mine.”

“Then what?” she squeaked.

“Then I would have tasted you.”  He moved his mouth slowly toward her opening and flicked the tip of his tongue against it.  He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

She arched toward him as he began to place gentle kisses against her sex. 

He brought one large hand up to her abdomen in order to keep her from bucking upward.  His light pecks to her lower lips soon became more wanton as they turned into open-mouthed kisses.   After several minutes of those that left her panting, he dragged the flat part of his tongue through her folds and to her clit.  He paused when he got there.  “I would have given you at least one orgasm this way, lover.”  He sucked on her clit and stroked her outer lips with his fingers until she was quaking.

“Eric,” she groaned as her orgasm rocketed through her a few minutes later.  He was there to lap up all that she gave him.

She felt his lips move to her inner thigh and then smile against her skin as he gently nibbled there with his blunt teeth.  “I would have waited for this moment, and then I would have slowly begun to make you ready for me, lover.”  His breath skated over her opening as he positioned a finger there.

Truth be told, he had her so tied up in knots that she felt almost virginal in that moment.  Every single inch of her body anticipated his next move, and she was shaking both from the aftershocks of her orgasm and from his current actions. 

Slowly—gently—he pushed one finger into her.  She looked at his face, and for once, his eyes were closed.  She realized that he was imagining a moment that could never be, but she closed her eyes with him—imagining it with him. 

“Yes, Eric,” she said as he began to move his finger in and out of her body in shallow strokes.  Her voice was laced with her emotion.  “I belong to you.”

He was panting heavily.  “You are still so tight, lover.  Despite my size and the number of times I have been inside of you, I am always surprised by you tightness.”  His voice betrayed his awe and then once again took on its spell-binding quality.  “However, on that first night in Fangtasia, you would have been even tighter, and I would have opened you slowly so that you were not hurt.”

She felt his finger exploring her but not probing her deeply.

“I could smell that your hymen had not yet been broken before that night, so I would have asked you if you wanted it intact as I entered you.”

“Huh?”  Her eyes fluttered open.  She wasn’t quite certain what he was getting at—mostly because of the distracting pleasure of his finger caressing her.

Eric looked up at her from his kneeling position.  “I am a large man, min kära.”

Sookie bit her lip as she locked eyes with him.  “I know.”

He chuckled.  “I would have wanted to properly stretch you so that you would have had less pain when I entered you.  I would have wanted to give you one more orgasm with my fingers as I stimulated your G-spot.”  She felt his finger sliding across said spot, and her back arched in anticipation of said orgasm.

He continued, “However, doing these things may have led to your hymen being torn.  In fact, I would have hoped that it did.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Selfish and unselfish reasons, min kära.  The tearing of the hymen can be painful, and there may be bleeding.”  He grinned wolfishly.  “From this position, I could have tasted the blood; that is the selfish part.  However, the healing nature of my saliva would have taken away your pain; that is the unselfish part.”

She smiled at him.

As if to demonstrate, he leaned forward, removed his skillful finger, and pushed his tongue into her opening.  She could certainly testify that she was in no pain at that moment.

“Eric,” she moaned as his talented tongue brought her close to another orgasm.  After a few moments, he replaced it with two of his fingers and pushed them in a bit further than he’d gone before; as always, he quickly found her G-spot.  He moved his tongue to her clit and created vibrations against it, causing her to come undone for a second time.  His tongue moved again to catch her release as he gently removed his fingers.

“Eric,” she mumbled again. 

He let her catch her breath as he kissed his way up her body slowly until he was standing before her.

She gave him a little smile.  “I have to say that I’m enjoying what you would have done to me on your desk―so far, at least.”  There was challenge and fire in her eyes.

Eric loved it—loved her.  He chuckled.  “So am I.”  He began to place light kisses on her neck and collarbone. 

She sighed and then remembered what he’d been talking about before.  “Um—I thought that guys liked—uh—to take a girl’s—uh,” she stammered as embarrassment reddened her cheeks. 

“The vernacular is cherry,” Eric said with another chuckle as he continued his light kisses. 

“Yeah—I thought that guys liked that.  I mean—uh—Bill was glad that he was able to—uh,” she stopped mid-sentence.

She saw Eric shrug his beautiful shoulders and couldn’t help but to bring her hands up to settle on top of them.

He stood up, stopped his kisses for the moment, and once more captured her eyes with his.  “I have seen many horrors committed upon women who did not have their hymens intact on their wedding nights.”  He scoffed.  “Unnecessary horrors.  Many things other than intercourse can cause a hymen to tear.”  He scoffed again.  “Hell—my mother told me of this a thousand years ago!  We did not know the science of it, but we still knew the truth.” 

Sookie listened with fascination.  She loved it when her husband shared his past and his unique perceptions of things.

He shook his head and continued, “I never understood why someone would wish for a woman to have pain just to prove some kind of ownership?”  Eric sighed loudly.  “Ownership cannot come that way.  In my life, I have seen women banished, pronounced as whores, or even put to death if they didn’t bleed from intercourse during their first sexual encounters.”

“Really?” Sookie asked.

He nodded.  “I have drunk from many virgins in my long life, but I have had intercourse with very few because I didn’t want to add to their miseries when I disappeared from their lives.  And a hymen cannot be glamoured back into place.” 

She moved a hand to stroke his cheek.  “You know, Northman, you are a good man.”

“On this, you may thank my mother.”  He gave her a little smile.

She returned it.

He shook his head a little.  “Vampires are more concerned with ownership and blood than any other beings I know, but it is not a small membrane that determined that you were mine, Sookie.  And it certainly would not have been your pain or your blood.”  He smirked.  “Well—at least not your blood in that way.” 

Sookie chuckled.  “What did?” she asked.  “When did you know that I was yours?”

He spoke seriously—confidently.  “When you asked me to carry you to your bed in Lafayette and Jesus’s home one night after the severing spell, I knew that you trusted me.  And I saw love in your eyes.  From that moment on, I realized that you wanted to be mine, so I endeavored not to fuck things up.”

            She giggled.  “You do have a way with words, min bóndi.  By then, I knew you were mine too,” she smiled.

            “I suppose it was no mystery by that point,” he chuckled. 

            She shook her head and looked up at him with shining eyes.  “You always surprise me, Eric.  I would’ve thought that you would’ve wanted to take my virginity the old fashioned way.”  Her eyebrow rose a bit.

            He chuckled.  “Do not get the wrong idea, lover.  I would have liked knowing that I was your only lover, but that stems more from my own greediness and possessiveness of you rather than some antiquated idea that I would own you if I took your virginity.”

            “You’d just own me if you owned my house?” she grinned.

            He chuckled ruefully.  “That was not my finest hour, min kära.  And I believe it is our house now.”  He smirked.

            “Agreed,” she smiled.  “Still, I think it’s nice what you said.  And I wish it had been you—for my first time.  But most of all, I wish I had been acting completely on my own when I chose who to lose my virginity with.”

            “Me too, my love,” Eric whispered.  Eric leaned in and kissed Sookie’s forehead softly as he moved his hands in gentle caresses over her shoulders. 

She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer.  She smiled up at him and spoke sincerely, “In a way, you were my first, Eric; you were the first person that I ever made love to.  I thought I loved Bill, but that was the tie doin’ my thinking for me.”  She stroked her husband’s cheek.  “The first time I made love was with you in the woods that night.”

“That was my first time to make love as well, min kära.  And you were my first.  You will also be my last.” 

The sincerity in his eyes made her catch her breath.  She nodded, “You’ll be mine too.”

They stared at each other for long moments and then both gasped as the head of his cock brushed against her still very slick folds.  She dug her heels into his bottom and pulled him closer as he pushed his erection into her slowly an inch at a time; they both enjoyed the sensation as she stretched around him.  After he was all the way in, he stayed imbedded in her for a moment before moving out just as slowly. 

He continued his unhurried, deep strokes into her body.  Their eyes told each other that they both wished that they had belonged only to one another—always.  But time and circumstances prevented those things from happening.

He smiled at her.  “I know what you are thinking, min kära.”

“Oh?  Well—I think you are thinking the same thing.”  She whispered as he continued giving both of their bodies pleasure with his thrusts. 

He chuckled a little and then groaned at the sensation of her tightening her internal muscles around his cock. 

“There are some good things about the fact that I didn’t lose my virginity to you,” she said.

“What are those?” he asked with another groan.

“Well,” she smiled even as she gasped, “sex with you has never hurt me—like it did my first time.”

“He hurt you?” Eric asked in an almost tortured voice as he stopped moving.

“At first,” Sookie shrugged.  “But it ended up okay.”  She moved her hips against Eric’s, causing him to resume his slow thrusts.  “Of course, sex with you has always been,” she paused, looking for the right word, “delicious.”

He chuckled and then grew more serious.  “I did not cause you pain the first time?”

She grinned.  “Only the delicious kind.”  She blushed a little.  “Honestly, I was worried when I first saw the size of your—uh—equipment; I worried that it might not fit.”

He chuckled.  “Oh, it definitely fit.”

She sighed.  “Yes—we have always fit.”

He tilted his body so that their foreheads touched as he continued to fit perfectly into her body again and again.


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