The Cut part II-Cut and Run

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Part II – Cut and Run

We make it to his, no, our house in record time.  I only had to scream once, asking, “Are you trying to kill me already?  Surely you don’t have a life insurance policy on me yet.”
He laughed, a booming one that bounced around the small confines of the Vette.  “I am your life insurance, Lover, and your policy is paid up through eternity,” he grinned.

Bless him, he didn’t know how right he was.

We wasted no time once we made it inside.  My bags were dropped unceremoniously in the hall, our clothes quickly joined them.  He moved to take us upstairs, me clinging to him like a crazed monkey, but I whispered in his ear, “No, downstairs.  I’m not leaving your side again.”

He vamped us downstairs with a deep, but satisfied growl.  He laid me down and proceeded to try and rob me of my senses with his lips, tongue, and fingers.  He did, three times, but once I got them back I begged for a moment.

“Can we talk?  For just a minute?” I pant heavily.

“Of course, Lover.  What do you wish to talk about?” he asks, his voice as soft and gentle as the kisses he’s trailing up my still quivering body.

I stop him and pat the bed beside me hinting for him to lay down.  He’s there immediately, smiling at me as he holds my hands in his.

“I love you,” I whisper, smiling back at him.

“As I love you,” he grins, kissing my knuckles.  “Was that what you wanted to talk about?  I thought we had that point well established by now.”

I let my smile stay for a second longer then shake my head.  Things between us are much better than I had hoped they would be this time last night, but I want them even better.  He has taken my blood twice already, but I have yet to have any of his.  I need to know if that is his choice or if he is afraid to broach the subject.

I’m nervous, but I soldier on, “When I… when I broke the bond,” I start, then have to pause to get ahold of myself.  “When you were ripped from me.  I thought for a moment I was dying.  All of a sudden I was so empty.  It hurt way more than I expected it to.  If you weren’t here in front of me, I’d still feel it.  It’s there, hiding, but having your arms around me is keeping it at bay.  But I want more.  I need you back, you’re missing from me and I can hardly stand it.  I know I’m the one that broke it and I probably shouldn’t ask, but I want to bond with you again,” I confess, keeping my voice somewhat level.

He gathers me in his arms and presses a kiss to the top of my head as he whispers, “Min älskling.  I love you.  I have been crazy since I lost you last night.  I want nothing more than to have you back.  I have not said anything because I feared you might not want it again so soon.  Are you sure, really sure?”

“More than anything, Eric,” I mumble into his chest, “Are you?”

His big hands run up my back and into my hair.  “Look at me, please,” he whispers.

I leave my hiding place and meet his eyes. I have to bite my lip so I don’t cry.

“I have always wanted you to be my bonded, always, from the very beginning.  I wish like hell we could go back and do it the right way though.  I never meant it to be rushed or only done for your protection.  I wanted it because I love you, because I wanted to be a part of you and you me.  I will always regret that it didn’t happen that way.  It should have been your choice from the beginning, and I am sorry it was not.”

“It’s okay.  Knowing that you wanted it that way is as good as.  I’m sorry it took me ending it to figure all this out,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry I did not give you the chance to realize it before we made it and that I did not help you understand better.  But, look what losing it did for us.  I feel closer to you now than I did a few nights ago, than I have since my amnesia actually.  I believe it opened our eyes to what we truly mean to each other and the things we needed to change.”

“Yes, it did. I wish we both hadn’t been so stubborn though,” I grumble.

“I believe that is something we both should work on,” he laughs. “We will start over then.  Do it right this time.  For the right reasons,” he smiles.

“Yes,” I answer with one of my own.

“Do not move,” he says with a quick kiss to my forehead before disappearing.

I barely blink before he is back, standing at the side of the bed in all his naked glory, holding a familiar knife in his left hand.

Before he can say anything I crawl over and rest on my knees in front of him. I gently take the knife in my hands. “I, Sookie Stackhouse, pledge to you, Eric Northman, to give all of myself and all of my love to you as long as I shall walk this earth.”  I raise it to my lips and kiss its shiny blade.

Eric’s eyes darken and I hear a contented rumble in his chest.  It deepens when I hold the knife out to him, resting it on my upturned palms.  “I ask the same of you.”

He looks surprised for just a second, but takes it from me.  “I, Eric Northman, pledge to you, Sookie Stackhouse, to give all of myself and all of my love to you as long as I shall walk this earth,” he repeats reverently, then presses his lips to the blade.

This time I choose him.  Most vampires would say it isn’t supposed to work that way, but I don’t care what they think.

Eric pulls me against him with one arm and kisses me breathless.  I giggle when he finally releases my lips, “I guess you approve of my vow renewal then?”

“Yes, wife, I most certainly do,” he growls.  “Would you honor your husband by becoming his bonded as well?” he asks softly.

“Nothing would make me happier, husband,” I smile at him, stroking his cheekbone with my thumb.

Before I know he’s moved us, I find myself straddling his lap, him buried deep inside of me, while he sits against the head board.  I can’t help but rock my hips, desperate for some friction.

We move together seamlessly, eyes locked, hands searching, until we push ourselves to the edge.  I nearly fall as I watch his fangs slide down, barely holding on as a deep shudder runs though me.  Then the blade is at his neck and his velvet voice is whispering, “We will be one,” while he cuts.

A strange noise escapes my throat at the sight of his blood running down his pale skin and I latch on, pulling him inside of me where he belongs.  I moan when his fangs slide into my skin and cry out at his first pull.

Suddenly all I know is him spreading through my veins, filling me with his happiness, his love, and his hope.  There is also surprise from both of us.  The bond is back in full with only one exchange.

Somewhere between my ribs he settles inside of me and my world is peaceful again. I am complete and whole once more.  And so is he.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

“Min älskling, it is time to wake up.”

That voice is my favorite voice.

“Mmmmmm, Eric?” I moan, trying to pull out of my sleepy fog.

“Good evening, Lover.  Did you sleep well?” he murmurs into my hair.

Evening?

“What time is it?  I didn’t sleep all day did I?”  Surely I didn’t.

“You did.” Well damn.

“I wore you out it seems,” he chuckles into my neck, making me shiver.

“If you were human, you would’ve been wore out too, mister,” I fuss, finally turning over and looking at him.  “Hi, my handsome husband.”

“Hi yourself, my beautiful wife,” he smiles down at me.

“I love you,” I smile back big enough to split my face.

“I love you more,” he whispers against my forehead while he kisses it.

I shake my head at him, he nods back with a grin.  He is probably right though, not that I don’t love him with everything I am.  Eric is just more.  And everything he does is more too.  He can’t help it.

Sleep no longer clouding my brain, I realize my bladder is mighty angry.  “Human needs,” I squeak and jump up, running to the bathroom.  I’m so glad he has a toilet down here.

I’m just finishing up washing my hands when something catches my eye in the mirror- there’s a pile of bloody rags on the shower floor.  What the hell?  I go to investigate and realize whoever’s blood this is there was a lot to clean up.  It scares me enough that I scream for him.

“Eric!”

He’s there in a flash, “Sookie?  What is it?  What’s wrong?” he asks, looking me over carefully.

I point at the rags, “Whose blood is that?  Were you hurt?  Is it yours?” I ask, my worry
clearly on display.

He sighs, then goes to grab up the rags, dumping them in the trashcan then tying off the bag.

“Eric?” I demand.

“Everything is fine, Sookie.  I just had the bleeds, I meant to throw them away.  I got busy and forgot,” he explains, acting as if it’s no big deal.

It is to me!

“Why did you have the bleeds?  That’s a lot of blood for just the bleeds. You didn’t sleep today?” I ask, my voice high and squeaky.

He grins at me calling his day death ‘sleep’ but shakes his head, “Or yesterday either. There has been a lot to think about.”

“Eric!  What on earth?” I squeal, then his words hit me.  “You mean me?  Us?  You stayed up two days straight because of us?  I can understand yesterday, but why today?  I thought….have you changed your mind?  Do you regret last night? ” I don’t know whether I’m angry or scared.

He pulls me into his arms and tries to calm me, “Shhhhhh, Lover.  I do not regret a thing about last night, I swear to you.”

“You promise?” I ask, still very unsettled even with our bond back.

He pulls my face up with his big hands and stares into my eyes, “I promise.  Nothing about the way I feel for you has changed, Sookie.  Please believe me.”

The knot in my stomach loosens as I let myself feel the truth of his words, but I’m still worried. “Okay, I believe you.  But if it isn’t us, then why on earth would you not rest?”

“Put some clothes on and I will go upstairs and fix you something to eat.  Meet me up there and I will tell you everything, alright?”

Eric wants me to put clothes on?  Something is bad wrong.  I hurry and dress in one of his t-shirts after he vamps from the bathroom, then race upstairs.

I find him standing at the stove, barefooted, in only a pair of jeans.  He’s making me a grilled cheese sandwich and a pot of what looks to be tomato soup.  It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.  I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his slender waist, pressing myself against his back.

I love him so much it hurts.

He takes my right hand and holds it over his heart, rubbing it with his thumb soothingly.  I do my best to stay quiet, he said he would tell me and he will, I just have to be patient.  I place soft kisses across his shoulders to keep myself quiet.  He finishes my meal and motions for me to go sit while he plates it up.
I love him for thinking of me and making sure I’m fed, but I’m really too nervous to eat.  Even his gorgeous bare chest isn’t tempting me right now.

So I just nibble as he frowns at me.

“Did I not prepare it correctly?”

“It’s perfect, sweetie.  I’m just a little worried, you know?  Can we talk first, maybe?  I can always heat it back up when we’re done.”

He sighs, but smiles softly at me, “If you wish.  Come.  We will talk in the living room.”

He takes my hand and leads the way.  He sits down at the end of the couch, one long leg stretched out along the back, the other on the floor.  He pulls me down to sit between his legs and I lean over to lay against his chest.  His arms immediately enfold me.

It’s only a second before he speaks, “Do you remember last night at your home I tried to tell you something, but you promptly distracted us?” he asks.

Normally Eric would smirk if he was talking about sex, he’s not smirking now.

“Umm, yes?  Before we….?”  He nods, still not smirking.  “Is it really as bad as you’re making it out to be?  You weren’t acting this way last night.”

“It is not good news, and while it does not change how I feel about you in the least, it may change the way you feel about me.”

“Eric, you’re scaring me.  What is it, just spit it out.”

“I am not sure where to start, Lover.  The vampire side of my life has been very tense lately.  I know you do not care for our politics and most of the time prefer not to hear about them.”

He sounds tired, he’s never tired.

“I’m sorry about that, Eric.  It was selfish of me.  It’s part of who you are, I should have accepted all of it, all of you.  I do now, so you can tell me anything, okay?”

He leans over and kisses my forehead then looks at me, his eyes very serious, “I love you, Sookie.  Nothing in my life is more important than you.  Please remember that.”

Oh God, I am so not going to like this, but I promised him I’d do better, so I will.

“Okay, I’ll remember and I love you too,” I say, attempting to smile.

He presses my head back down to his chest, and I feel him lay his cheek against it as he starts to stroke my hair, “I received a letter a few weeks ago.  I thought it was a joke at first, I actually crumbled it up and threw it away.  Then another arrived, this time with a representative from the Queen of Oklahoma.  It was not a joke.  It seems that at some point before his true death, Appius made a contract with her.  A contract that says I am to marry her and be her consort for a hundred years.”

I react immediately, sitting up and looking at him, but do my best to control myself. “You’re joking?”

He shakes his head.  He is definitely not joking.

“Oh my God!  That’s what you and Pam have been fighting about, isn’t it?  She was trying to get you to tell me.”  I’m surprised and proud of how even I keep my voice.  I’m pissed.

“Yes,” he sighs loudly, “and I am very sorry I kept it from you, Sookie.  I had hoped to have it handled before you had to find out.”

“Before I found out?  What the hell, Eric?  You let me bond with you again when you’re planning on marrying some fucking Vampire queen!  I can’t believe this!!”  I jump up, screaming at him.  “You said no more lies!  I trusted you!   You rat bastard!!”

I storm off, heading for my bags, tears streaming down my face.  Suddenly I’m in his strong grip.  “Get your hands off me, Eric!” I cry, slapping at whatever parts of him I can reach.

“Sookie, stop!” he hisses right in my face.  “Listen to me, feel me,” he orders, shaking me.  “I.  Am.  Yours.  And I will never be hers or anyone else’s.  I swear it.”

Thank every god there is, he means it.

“I knew nothing about the contract before it landed on my desk, Sookie.  Nothing.  I have been trying ever since to get it thrown out.  I have absolutely no intentions of honoring it.”

“You better fucking not!” I fume.

I expect him to yell right back at me, but he doesn’t.  “I am yours,” he says softly, pushing his sincerity to me through the bond while he lets me go and backs away.

I nod, letting him know I got it, then stare at the floor for a bit, trying to calm myself down.  I’m frustrated as hell that he didn’t tell me first thing, but that’s really my fault.  I’ve never made stuff like that easy for him and he did try to tell me last night, I wouldn’t listen.

Wait a minute.  Thrown out?

“Eric, Appius is dead.  We watched him die in my front yard.  He has no hold on you anymore.  He can’t command you from the grave,” I say hopefully.  Surely he knows that.

Eric looks dejected though, “I thought so too, Lover, but we are both wrong.  The contract is sound according to Cataliades.  I have had him working night and day for weeks to find a way out of it, he has not found one.  The bitch is insistent and refuses to take no for an answer.  She wants me there within a month and even had the gall to tell me I was welcome to bring you with me as long as I kept you out of sight,” he growls.

OH, HELL NO!

“She’ll find the pointy end of a stake first!  I am your wife.  You are mine!” I hiss.  If I had fangs they would certainly show themselves right now.

Eric gently wraps his long arms around me and pulls me back against him, “Sookie, I will say however many times it takes.  I am yours.  I will never be anyone else’s.”

I sag against him, my adrenaline rush over.
“Well, what are we going to do then?  I’m assuming that you have a plan, you always do.  What is it?  Can I stake her?  I’ve taken out a few vampires, I can take out another.”

He chuckles, which makes me feel even better, “I enjoy your confidence in me, Lover.  Your bloodthirstiness I enjoy even more.  I have a few plans, but she is not our only problem unfortunately.”

That doesn’t take more than one guess.

“Victor.”

“Victor,” he snarls. “He is a thousand thorns in my side.  The bastard continues to torture my child by not letting her turn Miriam and I do not enjoy her pain.  And he threatens us both constantly.  I am done with him,” he growls.

“Then we end him and her.”

I guess I have become bloodthirsty.  Oh, well.
He smiles at me and brushes my hair back over my shoulder, “I love you.”

I stretch up on my toes and kiss him softly, “I know, I love you too, Eric.  I’m sorry I blew up like that.”

He shakes his head, scooping me up and sitting us back down on the couch, “It was my fault.  I should have told you as soon as I knew it was real and I should have insisted you listen last night.  I’m sorry.  I will not let it happen again.”

“You can’t, Eric.  Not ever.”

“I swear.”

I lay back down and he starts stroking my hair again, “We can end them both.  It will require calling in many favors and then there will still be the consequences to deal with.  I may be older and stronger than both of them, but I do not outrank them.  Chances are I will be ended too, either by deCastro or the council.  Or they could take you and Pam as a punishment for me.  I care for neither of those outcomes.”

“I don’t either,” I shiver with just the thought.  “What’s plan B?”

He’s quiet for a long minute, then says softly, “We leave.”

“Leave?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“For good?”

“Probably, or at least until neither of them are a threat to us.”

I sit up and look at him, “But, Eric, you love Fangtasia and being Sheriff.  Are you really okay with leaving them behind?”

“Sookie, I love you a thousand times more than that stupid fucking bar.  One word in Mustapha’s ear and it will burn to the ground.  He is waiting by the phone right now.  I’ve been Sheriff long enough.  I’m tired of the fucking bullshit that goes with it.  Neither of them are as important to me as you are and keeping both of us happy and safe.”

“Just like that?  You’d just burn it to the ground?” I ask, shocked.

He nods, nonplussed.

Wow.  Okay.

“What about Pam?  We can’t leave her!”

“Pam and Miriam are leaving in a few hours.”

The shocks just keep coming.

“What?  Where?  Is that safe for Miriam, she’s so sick?”

“I do not know where, it is safer that way, but I have no doubt Pam will do what is best for them both.”

“We won’t see them for a long time will we?” I ask, knowing the answer before the question even left my mouth.

He shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry, Eric.”

“It is not your fault, Lover, but thank you,” he says softly, reaching out to play with my fingers.

I lace them with his and squeeze, “We have to decide this tonight don’t we?”

He nods, “I am afraid so.”

“What do you want to do?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out, “Before you broke the bond I was moving things into position to end them both.  It was the only option I saw that would keep you where you wanted to be and as safe as I could make you.  Though I had your Grandfather’s number on speed dial in case things turned to shit.  I was nearly crazed when I lost the bond.  Even after I knew you were still alive I was panicking because it had been the most important thing I had to protect you.  I had this insane thought that Victor would know it was gone and go after you.  It’s a wonder I did not go stake him then and there.  Instead I sent Mustapha to watch you until I got there last night.”

“Even furious with me, you still made sure I was safe,” I mumble.

He just holds me for a few minutes, then pulls my face up to look at me, love shining through his beautiful eyes, “After last night, I think we should leave.”

“You believe that’s the safest choice?” I ask.

“Yes, though it is not without its consequences.  We will basically be on the run, moving from place to place, but if you look on the bright side, I would be able to show you the world.  I have enough money to last us lifetimes, ways to avoid the ones that might hunt us, and friends to help keep us hidden and safe.  But I’ll stay and do everything within my power to fix these problems and keep you here if that is what you want.”

“You’re leaving the choice up to me?”

“I am.  Your happiness is what is most important to me.”

“Eric Northman!  You are not stupid!  Yours is just as important.  Keeping us alive is even more so!  We have to make this decision together,” I demand.

“You never fail to surprise me,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah.  This is serious, Eric.  It’s a huge decision.”

“I know, Lover.  I promise you I have not taken it lightly.  I have spent many days and nights with little else on my mind.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t think…”

“Hush,” he gently scolds me.  “There is much going on in the bond, can you help me know what you are feeling?” he asks, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“Honestly, I’m shocked and a little scared.  I was figuring a huge change was coming for us with me moving in here, but not quite this big, you know?”

“I am sorry I had to ask this of you.  We can stay,” he whispers kissing my temple.

I don’t like how he said that.  Like our decision was made and there was nothing left to talk about.

“No, we’re not done talking about this.  You said it was safer if we left.  That if we stay one or both of us could be taken or even killed.  That is not an option in my book, Eric.  I won’t let you get killed just because I might get homesick.  I honestly don’t have much keeping me here anymore, other than Jason.  He seems to only come around when he wants something these days.  We’re not close anymore.  He can handle himself I think,” I mutter to myself.

“You are willing to leave everything behind for me?  Your friends, Jason, the house?  We will not be able to return for a very long time, Sookie, and staying in touch would be risky too,” he says, seriously.

“I understand, Eric, and it wouldn’t be just for you, but for us.  Is there anyway you can promise me he’ll be safe?  Jason, I mean.  Tara and me hardly talk anymore and all my other friends, Sam, Alcide, Claude and Dermont, they can take care of themselves.”

“I cannot swear nothing will happen to him, he is Jason after all, but I will leave orders for him to be protected.  Or, we could take him with us,” he offers.

“You’d do that?  Take him with us?” I ask, genuinely surprised.  Jason is not Eric’s favorite breather by any stretch.

He nods, “If you wanted me to, yes.  We could get him settled somewhere and then keep moving.”

I think about it for a minute and quickly decide that it should be Jason’s choice not mine.  I can get word to Claude and Dermont, they can watch over him just as well and if he decides he wants to leave they can help him.  They’ll do it for me.

“If you don’t have a problem with it, I think I’ll call Claude and let him handle it.  It sounds to me like we really don’t have time to deal with my emotional brother.”

Eric’s eyebrows shoot up and he has a hesitant grin on his face, “Does that mean you are okay with leaving then?”

Sitting here looking at him, all I know is that I love him and I’ll do anything for him.  There is no other choice than that for me.

“Yes.  I want to do what’s best for us.  It’ll be different and stressful at times, I’m sure, but yes.  We can leave.”

He scoops me up, hugging me tightly then kisses me deep enough to curl my toes.  How did I not realize that making him happy would make me this happy?  I enjoy it so much I’m going to do it again.

I gently pull back from his eager arms, “Eric, there are some things I have kept from you too, but they’re good and they may help us.”

His eyebrows shoot to his hairline again.

“Wait here just a sec, I’ll be right back.”

I go over to my bag, still where we left it in the hallway and dig out the velvet pouch.  I immediately feel lighter and less concerned about our situation the second I touch it.  I want badly to pull it out and rub it on my face, but I go back and sit with Eric. Taking his hand in mine I let the Faerie trinket slide into his palm.

We are both shocked when it begins to glow slightly.  It takes me a few minutes to realize it, but we both have been staring at it with stupid smiles on our faces for a while.  Our fingers can’t seem to leave its shiny green surface either.

“What is this?” Eric asks, dreamily.

Uh, I wonder if having my blood allows its magic to affect him too, or does it know I love him?  Or maybe it feels the bond between us?  Who knows?  It doesn’t matter.

“It’s a Cluviel Dor.  A Faerie love charm.”

“A what?”

“Naill’s son, Fintan, made it for Gran.  She left it to me.  It carries one wish that can be used for someone you love.  Anything I want for you, all I have to do is wish it and it will happen.  We have to be careful though, it could change things drastically and possibly not for the good if we do not think things through.  I don’t know if we could take care of every problem with just one wish, and that’s all it has, just one, but maybe we could handle the worst one. Whichever you think that is.”

“You would use it for me?” he asks, somewhat surprised.

“Of course I would, Eric.  It’s a love charm, there isn’t anyone I love more than you. If it will keep you safe I’ll use it in a heartbeat. But if it would help things, there is something else I would be willing to do.  At least I would let it happen sooner than I had planned anyway.”

“What?” he asks, still staring at the pretty charm.

“Become your child.”

His head jerks up, but he’s speechless, completely frozen.  He stays that way too.

I take the Cluviel Dor from his hand and hold it to my cheek while I let him soak in that shocker.  After quite some time, I gently get his attention. “Eric?  Are you okay?” I whisper, my fingers ghosting over his cheek.

He blinks and sees me again, even though I never moved from his line of sight.  I can’t even begin to describe the look on his face.  There is too much there to sort through.

“Eric?” I try again.

He finally manages to find his words, “Did you say ‘sooner than I had planned’?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to turn you?” His voice is unsettled, small, and shaky.  I’ve never heard him sound like that, not even when he had amnesia. It makes my heart ache.

I take both of his hands in mine and kiss his knuckles. “Whenever the time is right, yes I do.  When I said I never wanted to leave your side again, I meant it,” I say, as seriously as I can.

“You always said no before.  What changed your mind?”  That question had more courage than the last.

“Losing you.  I knew the moment the bond was gone, I never wanted to be separated from you again and I thought constantly about what it would’ve been like if you had really died, or what it would’ve been like for you if I had.  I couldn’t stand my own pain let alone thinking about causing you the same.  I knew then I could never do that to you.  I can’t ask you to love me if you will always have to live knowing you’ll lose me.  Once you agreed to bond with me again, it was completely settled in my mind.”

He still seems hesitant to believe, so I try once more to convince him.  “I can trade the sun for the moon and the stars if I get to have them with you, Eric.  I want to be yours in every way possible and not because it would make me safer, but because it would let me be with you forever.”

I’m not sure what reaction I expected from him, probably something like his fangs bared by a sexy grin and then hours of raw, frenzied sex.  That’s not what I get though.

I get tears.  Two, big, fat, dark red ones.

“Oh, my love.  Please don’t,” I whisper, crawling in his lap and wrapping myself around him tightly.

It’s my turn to cry as he trembles in my arms.  He’s gasping and sobbing in broken Old Norse against my neck and I can’t understand a word he’s saying so I just hold him, stroking his hair and whispering how much I love him while he clings to me.

We stay that way for several minutes before he becomes still and quiet. “Are you okay, sweetie?” I ask, after a few more.

He finally looks up at me, his beautiful face all red and pink, but his eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen them.  “Thank you,” he says, a big grin tugging his lips up as he pulls my face to his and kisses me.  Then kisses me some more.

An hour later we’re a naked tangled mess of limbs laid out on the floor.  I whine when he pulls himself off me and holds his hand out for me to take.  I grudgingly accept it and he leads me downstairs.  Much like last night we get into the shower and silently wash each other.  Our bond is alive and well this time though and it’s doing all the communicating between us.

He is feeling complete contentment, along with a huge dose of happiness.  The only other feeling I’m adding to the mix besides my own happiness is curiosity.  He knows what I’m feeling though, so he’ll let me know when he’s ready.

By the time I find some of my clothes in his closet to put on, he’s dressed and rummaging through the bathroom.  There’s a duffle bag on the bed and it looks almost full.

I go on upstairs and warm up my food again, I have no idea when I’ll have another opportunity to eat.  While it warms up, I straightened up the living room and make sure to tuck the Cluviel Dor back in my bag.  Eric vamps around the house while I eat and every once in a while I hear him talking on the phone, but it’s so quick I don’t really catch anything.  He stops twice and kisses my forehead.  I wash my dishes and the pot and pan he used then dry them and put them up.  Eric still seems busy so I call Claude, he shouldn’t be in bed quite yet.

“We’re not there, you can have fun with your vamp hunk again,” he answers, sounding put out.  I can hear music thumping in the back ground so I know he’s still at work.

“Not what I needed.  I’m calling for Jason.  You got a minute?”

He huffs, but I soon here the music stop. “What?” he snaps.

“Are ya’ll busy tonight?  It sure sounded like it.  You must have went to your office for some privacy since if got so quiet.”

Yeah, I need some lessons in subterfuge.

“Yes, cousin.  I’m in my office and we are very busy so get on with it.  What is going on?  You better not be getting me messed up in any vamp shit,” he grumbles.

“No, I told you it wasn’t anything I need, I’m calling for Jason.  He’s feeling too popular these days, crazy women and all, and thinks he wants to take an extended vacation. You got any ideas of nice places he could go?” I ask, keeping my tone upbeat just in case someone is listening.

Hopefully he is picking up what I’m putting down.

“Mmmmmm.  Vacation huh?  Oh!  I know just the place.  Lots of women, he’ll love it.”

Bingo!

“When does he want to go?”

“As soon as you can make the arrangements, I guess.  Tell him I said bye and to have fun, okay?  Take care, cuz!” I tell him, making sure not to say ‘Thank you’.  I probably already owe him too much as it is.

Eric’s arms wrap around me from behind and he nuzzles into my neck.  I turn my head and kiss his temple, “We ready?”

After a kiss to my neck he turns me around to face him, “I am if you are,” he says with only the tiniest bit of hesitation in his voice.

“I guess we’re keeping my aces for another time?”  He hasn’t said a word about turning me or the Cluviel Dor since I told him about them.

“I always like to have a backup plan, so we’ll keep that Faerie trick up our sleeves for now.  As for the other, if at all possible I want the timing to be your choice, not for safety reasons.”

“And if I’m ready now?”

“Are you?” he asks, a little excitement slipping out.

“Not tonight obviously, but pretty soon.  I don’t want to be without you during the days.  We’ll be in new places and I won’t know anyone.  I’ll be lonely without you and I doubt seriously you’ll let me out of the room anyway.  Not while you’re sleeping,” I smirk up at him.

He puts his hands on either side of my face, leaning down to kiss me thoroughly.  “Soon then,” he groans lightly, as a shudder runs through him.  “When I know it is safe.”

If we were, I have no doubt he would do it right this second.  He is only holding back by a thread.

“Okay,” I whisper, kissing his forehead then stepping back.  We need some space between us or we’ll never get out of here. “Any hints on where we’re headed first?” I ask.  I’m getting really excited all of a sudden.  I’ve never made it past Dallas, Jackson, or Rhodes.  I have a feeling we’re going much further than any of those cities.

He shakes himself slightly and I can feel him gain control of his urges again.  His bright blue eyes find mine and twinkle at me, “We have a private jet, we can go anywhere we want.  But I was a horrible boyfriend who didn’t get you a Christmas gift last year, so you get to pick our first stop and probably the next twenty,” he winks.

“Aw, thank you, my love.  It’ll be Christmas everyday with you though,” I smile up at him.

He smiles back sweetly, “For me too, min älskling.”

“Let’s go then.  The sooner we leave the sooner we get there.”

He laughs as I bounce around with excitement, then scoops me up bridal style and gives me a big kiss, “And there is?”

I shake my head, “Nope, it’s a surprise.  I’ll tell the pilot when we get to the plane.”

He grins mischievously, “I’m the pilot.”

“What?  You can fly all on your own, why would you need to know how to fly a plane?”

He shrugs, “I was bored?”

I giggle then lean over and whisper our destination in his ear.  His smile is so big he has a hard time kissing me.

“Time to cut and run, Lover?”

“Cut and run, Baby.”

 

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