Nov 05, 2009 11:25
"How long until sunrise?" she'd asked, tired to her very bones. Bill looked at his watch before looking back at her.
"Forty-one minutes," he told her.
"Hold me for forty?" Sookie'd begged softly. His gentle smile was his answer and her drew her close, a hand on her cheek for a moment as they lay down together on her bed. She'd tucked close to his cool body and he'd stroked her hair. Sookie had closed her eyes, trying to will everything to stop for just a little while.
Bon Temps was safe from the Maenad, but the town -- and Sookie's home -- still bore the scars from Maryann's time there. Eric's blood in her veins whispered to her, whispered filthy things to her dreaming mind. Their time in Dallas still haunted her. She'd had no time to process any of it, no time to catch her breath until this instant. Jason, Tara, Lafayette, Sam, everyone: they'd needed her strength tonight and she'd given it. She'd given it until she was exhausted, and now she had Bill holding her.
She didn't notice when he let her go to seek refuge from the daylight, wrapping her in his leather jacket and tucking her under the covers. She only snuggled closer to the smell of him when he was gone, finding some measure of peace in her dreams.
The bathwater is deliciously warm, soothing the aches in her muscles as long, strong fingers massage her feet. Sookie gasps as his thumbs press along the arch of her right foot, relaxing the muscles. "Hurts," she breathes, meeting Eric's blue eyes across the enormous tub.
"Hurts so good?" He's teasing her, but he doesn't stop working the ache out of her feet.
"Yes," she admits. "You've got good hands." The smile in his eyes is sweet but the curve of his mouth turns it just a little smug. She's tempted to splash him, but she can't quite work up the urge to move. Between the water and his touch, she's melting into relaxation. Everything else seems so far away. She could stay here forever, she thinks. Let the rest of the world fall away.
Eric pulls her into his lap and she goes willingly, her eyes lidding lazily as he kisses up her neck. His hair is a little damp under her fingers as she tugs a bit at it, sweet, sensual.
"Ask me, lover," he breathes against her skin, and she wants it then, suddenly and with a violence that surprises her. Her small hands in his hair press his mouth to her throat eagerly.
"Please, Eric!"
Sookie awakens with a start, her hand flying to her throat where dream-Eric had sunk fangs. She expects her hand to come away bloody, but it doesn't. For a long moment, her heart pounding in her ears is all she can pay attention to... and then slowly, she blinks, looking around herself.
This is not her bedroom in Bon Temps.
It's a weird, round metal room the likes of which she's never seen before. Just smooth metal, and she's on some sort of platform. Sookie gathers Bill's jacket a little more tightly around herself, gasping in her breath as she looks around herself. Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea, she thinks. Where am I?
Oh! But there's a fancy sort of cellphone on the platform beside her. Sookie picks it up and tries to find the number pad to call for help, only she's never been especially good with technology and the whole thing is sort of an exercise in frustration. And then there's the silver bracelet on her wrist that doesn't match her earrings and doesn't seem to be going anywhere.
"Steve Newlin, are you out there listenin'?" The Fellowship's about the only folk she can imagine wanting to kidnap her (from her own bed, at least, and during the day-time), so she's putting two and two together and making what seems to her to be a fairly reasonable four, because, really, no one expects Taxon. "You show your face, you nasty little man!"
This time, she hopes that Bill will be a little more forthcomin' with a timely rescue. Or even Eric, but that's not a hope she'll acknowledge to herself except to note that the hope has more to do with that pesky blood connection than any real desire to see him. Honestly.
"They're gonna come for me, you know. Might be smart to make this easy on yourself." She's walking around the perimeter of the room now, tablet in hand, her other one running over the walls curiously. She'd never been quite such a magnet for trouble 'til she'd started making time with vampires -- not that she regrets Bill -- but it means she's still not exactly well-versed in getting herself out of sticky situations.
"Oh!" she exclaims in surprise when the door opens as she approaches it, hand first. "Would you look at that?"
{ eric northman,
{ godric,
{ sookie stackhouse