After several minutes of enjoying the feeling of being tucked into Eric’s strong arms in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Sookie spoke lazily, “Now that is what I called properly ravished.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Eric sounded.
Did I lose the bet, or did you?”
Eric chuckled. “I believe that we both won, min kära, but I am certain that I owe you two dollars. You did not beg; you ordered. And I was putty in your beautiful hands.”
She giggled. “Um—sorry.”
“Mmmm,” he sounded. “Don’t be. It was—I can safely say—the best two dollars I ever spent.”
She giggled again as she snuggled more into her pillow and sighed at the light touches he was leaving on her bare shoulder and arm. “It’s kind of funny, but this is exactly how my dream started.”
“With me losing money due to your tempting body, lover?” he teased.
“No,” she giggled yet again. “But I was lyin’ just like this, and you were behind me. You ran your finger down my side starting at my neck, and I turned over to face you. You told me to finish my sentence.”
“That sounds like my kind of dream,” he purred. “I cannot wait to see how it goes. Shall we begin?”
He cleared his throat theatrically; she was almost sorry that he couldn’t see her playful eye roll.
Her breath hitched as he slowly dragged one finger from her neck to the curve of her shoulder. She turned over to face him.
“Finish your sentence,” he said with a mixture of seductiveness and playfulness.
She took a moment to take him in. He looked just as he had in that first dream; no—he looked better if that were possible. His hair was a little shorter—a little darker—and it was somewhat disheveled from their lovemaking. His eyes were less guarded than they’d been in the dream, and they were sparkling with both mischief and love. The Eric in her first dream had been about beginnings, but this Eric was already completely hers. Yes. This one—her Eric—was so much better.
She smiled. “What was I saying?” she recited her line.
He looked a bit confused. “I do not know.”
She giggled, “No—that’s what I said in the dream.”
“Oh—what is my next line?” he asked curiously.
“You say this: ‘You were telling me why I would be a terrible vampire, and I was disagreeing.’” Sookie smiled. “It’s funny, but I’ve thought about this dream so much that I think I have it all memorized.”
He looked at her more seriously. “We talked about your becoming a vampire in your dream?”
“Yeah,” she answered, also becoming more serious.
“What reasons did you have for not wanting to become one, Sookie?” Eric asked with both curiosity and some trepidation.
“Well—first, I told you that I don’t feel right without a tan,” she said flirtingly. After all, most of that Dallas dream had been light and playful, and she wanted to stay in keeping with that light tone.
He couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit at her words, just as he had in the dream. She gripped his hand, and he quickly pulled hers to his lips.
“Hey—are you sure you didn’t dream this with me?” she asked, looking at their hands with a little surprise in her eyes.
“Why?” he asked inquisitively.
“Well,” she started, “in the dream, you were kissin’ my hand just like you are now.”
Eric chuckled. “Sookie, whether we are in a dream or not, if you place a part of your body this close to my lips,” he looked down at their locked hands too, “I am bound to kiss it.”
“What else did you say?”
“I told you that I’d rather be alive than undead. And then I talked about how y’all are always killin.’” Again, she tried to keep her tone light, but there was a catch in her voice this time that Eric picked up on.
He kissed her hand again as he saw her eyes darken with guilt. He knew that his wife still felt somewhat conflicted about having recently killed the fairies in Mab’s palace. He didn’t try to talk her out of her guilt either. He knew his Sookie. He knew that she understood that she’d done only what she’d had to do. And feeling bad about killing an enemy was just her way.
“What did I say?” he gently asked instead.
“You reminded me that I had killed a man before.”
Eric looked down. “I am sorry if I hurt you by saying that.”
She shook her head. “No—we were just talkin’ in bed—like always. We were,” she paused “flirting. It was a light conversation—believe it or not.”
He smiled a little. “Knowing us, I believe it. Tell me more.”
“I reminded you that I had killed in self-defense and not for dinner.”
He chuckled at that. “That sounds like you.”
“It was me.”
He chuckled again. “What next”
“You told me that I would adapt—that all vampires do.”
Sookie nodded. “I know.”
“You told me that I could trade the sun for the stars and the moon.”
He chuckled again. “I bet that went over well.”
“Not really,” she laughed. “I told you that I wanted them all.”
“Now that really sounds like you,” he grinned. “Such the greedy one.”
Her eyes grew wider. “That’s what you said in the dream.”
He chuckled. “It seems that dream me and real me are both quite perceptive about you, Mrs. Stackhouse-Northman.”
She smirked. “You said in the dream that you loved the way I was greedy.”
“Mmmm,” he almost growled. “I do—very much. What else?” he asked, anxious to hear more.
“You told me that I have the right temperament to be a vampire.”
Eric quirked a brow.
Sookie chuckled as she remembered, “I answered with: ‘What? I’m high maintenance, blood-thirsty, and old as dirt?’” Her voice had its playful lilt again as she recreated her cadence from the dream.
Eric snorted at this, and Sookie gave him a look.
“Not a snort, min kära,” he defended himself. “I was merely amused by your words, and my laugh caught in my throat.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
He grinned innocently—almost. “What did I say to your comment?”
“You said that I was blood thirsty, but I disagreed.”
“You told me that everyone thought that I was a darling?”
He laughed. “You are a darling.”
She giggled. “That’s what I said, and then you told me that I could be ruthless when it came to those that I loved.”
“You can be,” he agreed.
“Hey,” she said, suddenly, “you are supposed to be caressing my back right now.”
He grinned teasingly. “So bossy. Sorry milady.” He obediently began placing light touches onto her back and shoulders.
“That’s better,” she giggled. “Now where was I? Oh yeah! You said that I could be ruthless about those that I loved and that I’d do anything for them.”
“You would,” he agreed again. She brought up her hand to guide his toward her lower abdomen, which was the path that it had taken in her dream. Her breath hitched as he spread out his fingers to cover more of her skin.
“You said I’d do anything for my brother, my friends, and you.” Her eyes took on a faraway look.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Lorena part,” Sookie answer. “I’m just skipping ahead.”
Eric chuckled a little. “By all means—fast forward to the good part.”
She giggled and then repositioned his hand onto her collarbone. “Okay. The next thing you said was that you used to think that I had no sense of humor.”
He smiled at that. “Apparently, dream me can be an idiot at times. You amused me from the first night I knew you.”
“Amused—huh?” she asked inelegantly.
“Among other things,” he leered. “What did you say next?” Eric asked.
“I said this: ‘I used to think that you were made of cold, hard stone and empty inside.’” Once again, she took on the cadence of her voice in the dream.
His expression drooped a little. “At the time, I had shown you nothing better.”
She brought her fingers to his cheek. “You must have shown me something for me to dream all this about you—for me to dream us talkin’ in bed like we always do now, for me to dream of us being as comfortable with each other as we always are now. Eric, I know that you had shown me enough so that I saw your real heart in this dream.” She chuckled. “Niall would call it hindala.”
“Huh?” It was Eric’s turn to ask an inelegant question.
“It is a fairy word. It refers to the fact that our souls or spirits or whatever it is that makes us—us—called out to each other right from the start.”
Eric smiled. “Yes.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “What happened next in your dream?”
Sookie thought for a moment and then laughed a little. “I told you that you were a big faker—that I knew that you were deep―that you felt and that there was love in you.”
His expression grew more serious. “Then you did already know me, min kära.”
“Yes,” she agreed seriously. And then she snickered a bit.
“What?” he asked with a little smile.
“It’s just that after that, you said that your love was ‘only for Sookie.’” She did an impression of his voice.
He chuckled and gave her a tickle before agreeing, “It was; my love was only for you then. I mean―I did love Godric and Pam, but it was different. I held back.”
She grinned at him. “You don’t hold back so much now. You’re love’s bigger, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Now it is also for Hunter and,” he began.
“And?” she queried playfully.
“Our family,” he relented.
She laughed. “Don’t worry. I will never tell anyone—especially not Pam.”
He chuckled. “See—I knew there was a reason that I loved you so much. What then?”
“Mmmm,” he sounded, moving a little closer to her. “Is this the part where I get to make love to you again?”
Her blush deepened. “There was another Lorena part, but yeah, after that we—um—started to make love.”
He moved again so that he was propped above her a little.
She raised her hands to his shoulders. “You told me in the dream that it was ‘the beginning’ for us. I didn’t want to let myself believe it at the time, but I knew that it was. I knew that I had really seen you—the real you—in that dream, Eric. I don’t know how, but I knew it.” Her eyes were brightening with her emotion.
“Sookie,” Eric said huskily. “I need to make love to you now.”
She smiled up at him as a tear fell from her eye, and then she opened her legs so that he could enter her.
After that, they said nothing as he showed her how her dream should have ended.