Title: Tasty.

Chapter 19: Forever.

Sookie is a writer for Tasty magazine, Eric is a big time super model that eludes every interview. Eric and Sookie knew each other through their siblings when they were younger. Sookie has to get an interview with the man before she fly's to her hometown to live in her old house. It doesn't go as planned, but when she finds he too returned to Bon Temps will she be able to get her interview or will she end up like the others?

Rated: M

Apologies for the shittyness of the Wedding. I have no interest in them. Blehk.

SPOV

4 months later.

When every girl was a child they probably imagined one of those fairytale happily ever after weddings. With a Cinderella dress, a huge party and then they'd become a princess. And when the girl is older she will grow up to have a beautiful wedding and feel like a princess-even though it's not what they thought up as a little kid.

I stood in front of the full length mirror in my room, wearing my moms wedding dress. It was a simple strapless dress with a jewel corset like top and a flowing double layer of skirt that fell to my feet.

My hair was curled and pulled up so some of it was clipped in the back and then fell down my back, the veil hung on the corner of my mirror, my shoes on the other side of the room.

I could hear Alana coming up the stairs; I could see Pam outside in the front yard talking to Claude who had just delivered the kids to get changed. My cousin looked up at me and smiled an odd gesture I hardly ever saw. The look was gone from his face almost as quickly as it came.

Alana pushed open the door and stepped in the room, she was still in her jeans and a tank top, "how are you doing? Nervous?"

I nod, my eyes still watch Pam and Claude downstairs, "I'm going to go get dressed and then get to work on your veil. Put your shoes on, Pam's got everything else under control with Claude."

She grabs her dress from my closet and slips into the bathroom, I watch as Pam takes the twins from Claude, my boys have already ran toward the door but Drew and her brother Vincent are still half asleep.

Pam and Claude are both gone from my view now, and Alana comes out in her blue dress with the brown tie around the waist that I'd picked out months ago, she looks stunning with her red hair curled so it bounces off of her shoulders, and my stomach gets a knot of nerves.

I'm getting married.

Alana puts the veil in my hair, touches it up and then touches my makeup up before pushing me downstairs and into the car that takes us to the park, I can see everyone sitting waiting, Eric is standing at the alter with Jason, smiling and laughing, rocking back and fourth from his heels to his toes.

I smile, trying to keep from crying when I see him. The car pulls around to the back and we get out, "are you ready?" Alana whispers, and I manage to nod. She leaves and Jason comes to my side to walk me down the isle.

As we walk my eyes flitter about taking in faces around me, Tara, Claudine, Claude, Lafayette, Valeria, Mary, Sam, Arlene, Drew's cute little face sitting next to her daddy and her brother.

Alexander and Daniel, who are sitting next to Tara, are smiling at me. My eyes finally meet Eric's and he's smiling and I can't look away from him not even as Jason kisses my cheek and tells me he loves me.

Eric takes my hand and we step up to the minister. The knot gets tighter and as Eric looks into my eyes it's completely gone when we say I do.

I dance with everyone at the reception, and my feet are killing me by the time Eric and I get to his house. When we get inside he tells me to go upstairs and get changed because I'm still in my wedding dress. I give him a long kiss before I go upstairs.

As I close the bathroom door I spot a bag with a note, 'wear this. –E' scrawled in his pretty hand writing, I unzip the dress bag and the breath is knocked out of me. Inside the bag is a deep red dress with a v-neck cut, its not that long, and hanging off of the hanger is also a beautiful necklace.

It has a delicate gold chain with a gold heart on it that has the texture that makes it look older then it is, on the heart is a little crown with hands holding it, another note is hanging on the hanger, I pull that off and read it.

I did want to get you one of those claddagh rings like they had on Buffy, I remember how much you liked it, but everyone has those so I had this made for you-its similar to that but one of a kind. I hope you like it, my love. –E

I smiled the whole time as a changed into the dress-and discovered a pair of red heels to go with it. I slipped the necklace on before I pulled open the door and rushed downstairs to find Eric.

He isn't in the house but I can hear music playing outside, I follow the sound and cut through his kitchen to the back door. His porch is lit up beautifully and a dinner with candles is set up outside.

Eric is standing looking up at the moon with his hands in his pockets. I open the door and tiptoe silently over to him, running my hand down his arm until I found his hand and laced my finger through his. He kissed the back of my hand, and then me.

"You look beautiful Sookie." He whispers, "So beautiful."

I don't answer him; I just reach my free hand up around the back of his neck, lean up and kiss him slowly. His hands snake around my back, pressing me flat against him and lifting me from the ground slightly as his tongue and mine dance slowly together.

I run my now free hand up his chest and slowly pop the buttons of his shirt, he pulls me up still kissing me and carries me past the table. I break the kiss, take his hand and pull him up the stairs; as soon as we're in his room I'm kissing him again and pushing his shirt off as he undoes the dress, it pools at my feet as I unbutton his jeans and push them off.

I grin against his lips when I feel that he hasn't been wearing anything under his pants all day, he chuckles slightly pushes me back on the bed, still kissing me hungrily as my panties are pulled down my legs.

His body hovers over mine as he kisses every part of me, slowly making his way down my chest and back up, and all I can think besides 'fuck me' is 'fuck dinner this is way better'. I tell him so and he chuckles, capturing my lips again before slowly sliding into me.

It hurts at first, because it's been a long time since we were alone together, let alone long enough to have sex. But after a few minutes I adjust and I'm kissing him hard and wrapping my legs around him as he thrusts into me.

Hours later I snuggle into his side with a smile on my face and we fall asleep, his arms around me he presses a kiss to my head and whispers forever.

-Fin