The letters started arriving days after Bill went on his trip to Seattle. She had been dreaming of Eric ever since he had tricked her into taking his blood in Dallas. These were not ordinary dreams but incredibility erotic scenes playing out in her subconscious. She often woke with a start, covered in a light sweat and remembering every detail.

Sookie found the first letter tucked inside the cupboard that she keep her coffee - a heavy cream envelope that felt like a soft velvet as she ran her fingers over it. There was no name on the outside, but she knew it was for her. It couldn't have been there long - it wasn't there when she made coffee yesterday morning. She laid it carefully on the counter as she made coffee - she couldn't think without it. The hot water dripped through the grounds filling the kitchen with the wonderful aroma. She turned the envelope over, there was a wax seal. It was heavy and bold and looked like a hammer. Eric.

Sookie grabbed a knife from the drawer and slid it under the seal - it was too beautiful to just snap the seal and tear open. Inside was a heavy card stock with the same smooth texture.

Lover,

I find my rest penetrated with thoughts of you.
The blue of your eyes shine like the deepest waters of the ocean.
How I could get lost in them for an eternity.

In your eyes I experience all of the elements of the universe.
I so relish the fire when your angry,
the water when your sad,
the air when your lost in your dreams
and the earth when you are undone with passion.

E

Sookie felt herself getting warm, fanning herself with the card. It was so unexpected, so tender, so lovely. Not at all what she would have expected from him. No demands, no pressure, no arrogance that she had come to expect from the Sheriff. As the card passed her nose, she picked up his sent - like the woods with a hint of amber. Why did life have to be so complicated. Sookie poured a cup of coffee and read it again and again. Her coffee was now cold, she carefully slipped in back into the envelope, holding it to her breast - she walked into her bedroom tucking it carefully into the shoe box that held all of her mementos, including the bullet she sucked from Eric's chest.

That night Sookie dreamed of Eric again. This time they were settled in the bath together and she was tucked into Eric's chest. He ran his fingers through her wet hair, slowing pulling it over to the side. His left arm curled around and cupped her breast. She reached up her small hand and putting it over his, gently caressing his fingers. He kissed her neck at base of her ear and between each kiss he whispered the words that she had read this morning. Her heart sped up, she was so turned on and Eric knew it. His had slipped down between her legs ...

Sookie awoke with a start - she slammed her tight little fists against the bed. It had been so real, what was he doing to her!

The next week went by with no word from Bill and nothing from Eric. Each night the dream replayed, each time Eric whispering the tender words of his letter to her and his large hand starting to slip across her nub. And each time she awoke, frustrated and confused.

On the 9th morning she found the second letter. This time it was sitting underneath her hairbrush in the bathroom.