Cluviel Door
A Sookie Stackhouse Tribute Short Story
I am just a fan, first time on FF and wanted to delve deeper into the Cluviel Dor and explore its possibilities. Hopefully more to come, depending on feedback. Please feel free to give criticism, I want to become better. Thanks in advance and hope you enjoy :)
Ps. It does get better as it goes ;)
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY C. HARRIS.
**It picks up where Dead Reckoning ends: Sookie watching Jeopardy **
I thought by after the fourth episode of Jeopardy I would have been closer to falling asleep, but as my un-luck would have it, my mind is up and racing. Why wouldn't it be? It was a jam packed night filled with bodies and blood, even for Bon Temps. It was a relief when the phone rang, interrupted my thoughts. It was Eric. He was outside. I hung the phone up and then proceeded opening the door for him. He was all clean, not a drop of blood on him or his fresh clothes. Bet they had to burn their clothes, get rid of the evidence and all. As he was stepping thru the door, he lifted me up and gave me the most passionate kiss I could remember. I forgot the worries of earlier and just enjoyed him and his kisses. Then, I realized why he was here and what we needed to talk about; Queen of Oklahoma. I broke away from his lips and he looked at me oddly, still holding me in his arms. I asked him to put me down and he obliged. He knew we, at least me, had to talk about this. "Do we have to discuss this now? After such a glorious victory." "Yes," I said. "Eric we do."
He followed me into the living room, asking if we could take it upstairs. I told him after we talk we can go to bed. I was looking forward to sex too, but I had to know what was going on with us- HAVE to know! "From what you've told me, you're supposed to be engaged to the Queen of Oklahoma because your sire filled out some paperwork?" I asked nonchalantly. "Yes, my lover," Eric replied. "Do you want to marry her?" I asked, hesitantly. Because I was utterly mortified with what he was going to say, I just kept on blabbering away, blab, blab, "...and Bill said she was beautiful and had oil," blab and then I finally made myself shut up. I literally willed my mouth shut and it happened...I was so thankful because I was starting to sound like her publicist or something. "Do you want me to marry her?" Eric chide. I shot him a look and even he knew that he had taken it a bit too far and before I could start screaming or stomping, he said, "Of course you don't want me to marry her, just like I wouldn't want you marrying anyone else. Anyone else." He said it like it was a warning, and maybe I should have been upset or angry because he can't tell me what to do, but I knew exactly what he meant with or without the blood bond. I feel the same way.
After hearing that, I couldn't help but let a start of a smile creep onto my face, and at that moment, it was like Eric knew he was in the clear to kiss and hold me. I loved that about my Viking vampire, he knew how to handle me and in some ways, I do believe I help him too. "Shower, please." I whispered into his ear and in less than a second we were in my bathroom, he turned on the water to let it run...all the while I'm still snug in his arm. Then his other arm wraps around me and snuggles his head into my neck and just takes a big ole whiff of my aroma. His fangs come out and he starts butterfly kissing me all over my neck and works his way up to my face. I am so raring to go that I had just decided that we would have mind blowing sex and then later on we would talk about Oklahoma...if I didn't want anymore sex for the evening, that was.
As he was lathering up the soap to get my "hard to reach" areas, I just looked at my boyfriend. All 6' 4" of his massive presence...his hair wet and watching the water flow down his yellow locks and beat against his muscles as it heads down the drain. What if this had to end? What if I had to say goodbye to my boyfriend, who considers me his wife, even though it was not of free will but of necessity for protection from the recently slain regent, Victor. Why did I have to be so proud? I should have just understood from the beginning that Eric didn't marry me because it was something he wanted either...it was inevitable and absolutely necessary for me to be married to Eric. I didn't thank him enough and I would thank him properly that night. When he started to caress my hair, I leaned in, gave him a kiss and then started kissing his body on the way down...not missing a single inch. I can tell he very much appreciated it by the rumbling in his chest, followed by the ancient language yelping out his mouth and then for the finale, the geyser that is his essence. I take it all in and then he lifts me up to start kissing me and my breasts...and he returned the favor.
It felt like orgasms were ebbing out of me...it was amazing! And orgasms are probably the number one reason Oklahoma wasn't getting my vampire boyfriend (well, not the only reason). I decided, and that's all there is to it. Now, how do I get Eric to decide it as well? He didn't answer my question, he just deflected...ugh. I wanted more sex, but I had to ask him again. "Lover, you didn't quite answer my question earlier. Do you want to marry her?" This time, I didn't blabber. I waited for his response. Any second now. "Sookie, I am in love with you. As you are quite aware and only because I told you, the spell the witch had cast on me was to be near my heart's desire and not know it. I was bare foot roaming down your road, not knowing who I was or where I was going...I only knew that there is where I had to be. I remember everything that we did, talked about...where we made love and how much we enjoyed it." I was surprised to hear Eric say we. Whenever he brings up the amnesia sex, he always only ever mentions me and how much I enjoyed it.
And that wasn't the last whammy I would be receiving that day...or even in that minute because the next thing Eric said to me, made me lose my breath for a moment. "I know I said that I would give it all up-my fiefdom, Fangtasia-just to be with you and live a normal life. Would that be something that you are interested in?" Eric's eyes were completely focused on me, waiting for my answer. "I wouldn't want you to give up everything you know or love for me, unless you really wanted to. Do you want to take a sabbatical from being Sheriff of Area 5?" I asked, hoping that maybe he would say exactly what I wanted to hear. He did. "As a matter of fact, lover, I do. I have lived a very long and very prosperous afterlife, and perhaps the authority can see to it that I can take a few months, years off. Pam was an excellent sheriff, when she had to be." He was deep into his own thoughts, probably thinking back to when he wasn't "himself" because of the spell and that's when Pam was forced into taking care of the bar and overseeing his area. I could tell he was feeling very conflicted, so I broke the silence by saying, "Yes. She was amazing. You should be very proud of her, you did an great job in raising her." I said it and I meant it. He was an excellent maker, letting her come and go as she pleased...not all makers are that accommodating.
"Are you serious, Eric? If you aren't and you're just playing with me, I promise, I will not be happy and neither will you." He flitted over to me, scooped me up into his chest and whispered in my ear, "I have never been more serious." His voice was cool and steady. I could feel myself trembling in his arms. It wasn't only what he said to me, but how he said it...made me so hot. He looked at me, noticed my heartbeat jumped in pace. He knew he was the reason. He promptly whisked me away to the bedroom and started taking my clothes off, when I turned to him and said, "Eric, will you marry me?" As the words were coming out, I had a chance to stop them, but I didn't. I let them flow from my mouth...because I wanted them to. "We are already married, my lover. But you have honored me in such a way, asking me to be yours, how can I resist? Yes, Sookie. I will marry you." He was smiling all the while. We made love that night, the whole night. My viking vampire god had to come sooner than he would have liked to...he made that abundantly clear as he was cursing in an ancient language, getting into the cubby I had at my house. Dawn was coming...so he had to too.
When he was snug and secure, I passed out. I couldn't even brush my teeth, every inch of me was sore and I'm not complaining. It was Ah-Mazing! Words can't even describe, honestly they would do zero justice. But think fireworks (on roids) plus nuclear bombs equaled the love making that occurred that night. Something to dream about. Then an awful feeling crept into my dreams, a feeling of doom; Oklahoma.