Cross Country


Okay – so I love our fandom. Sunday night I got to hang out with two awesome ladies that I met through fanfic to watch TB together. I had lots of fun with Bloodsucker815 and BonTempsCutie watching and commenting!

I’m glad that you guys were all on board with Eric asking Sookie to come to California. It was a heat of the moment thing, but trust me, he doesn’t regret it.

We had spent our last night in Michigan together at the beach house, making love all night after Eric asked me to move to California with him.

Part of me felt like the night before had been a dream, but a larger part of me knew it was real, and that part was jumping up and down like a school girl. Eric and I had avoided talking about what would happen when he went home right up until the end of his vacation. I wasn’t worried about it; I knew we would figure something out, and I had hoped that it involved us continuing to see each other. With everything that had conspired to bring us together; the blog, Sam, our emails, and the paparazzi take down, I couldn’t see us walking away without a fight.

When he put out the hypothetical question, what if he asked me to move, I had to take a deep breath before I could say anything. Things were moving quickly, but once I had my memories back, I knew in my soul, that I wanted to be with him. I think what surprised me most about his question was that we were on the same page.

I had been doing a good job of hiding it, but for the last few days, thinking of him going back to California had made me sick to my stomach. I had been terrified when Bill and I separated, but this was different. Eric walking away, without knowing where things stood between us, would have destroyed me.

I think he was as surprised by my response as I was by the question. The look on his face had been priceless. I told him almost everything I owned was already packed, because it was. My boxes from Chicago had arrived, and I hadn’t unpacked them because I was busy with Eric, or maybe I was hoping to put them on a truck and ship them to California. Either way, for the most part, my things were boxed and ready to go.

This morning, he was packing the last of his things, and I was drinking coffee on the deck. My cell phone rang and I smiled listening to the ring tone. It was Lafayette, and I was very much looking forward to seeing him when I got to Los Angeles.

“Hello, Laf.”

“Sookie, baby. How’s my girl?”

“I’m good! How are you?”

“I’m fine. Jus’ fine. How’s your boy toy? You ready to hand him over to me yet?”

“Funny. No.”

Laf and I talked about my visit over the Fourth, and he went a little ga-ga when I told him we might go to Ben and Jen’s party. He made it quite clear that I would not be going if I didn’t let him “fix” my hair first.

I didn’t tell him that I was going to move in with Eric. That was a little too new to share. I needed to tell Amelia first, and I needed to figure out over the next few days exactly how I was going to pull it off.

I was finishing the call with Laf and, as usual, the conversation had deteriorated into sexual innuendos.

“Alright Sooks, they’s a line of people who need me to make dem bootiful. Ain’t no one as good as me. And girl, I can’t wait to get my magic hands on you.”

I snickered, and then tried to sound seductive. “I can’t wait for you to get your hands on me either.”

Eric cleared his throat behind me, I heard the screen door open and close. I felt myself blush from my chest all the way up to my face. I turned and smiled at him, continuing to talking into my phone. “Bye Lafayette. I’ll call you when I get to Eric’s so we can make plans for you to do my hair.”

I hung up as Eric shook his head at me and smiled.

“Were you worried?” I walked over and put my arms around him.

“I wouldn’t say worried, but I certainly wondered who you were talking to.”

“He says I can’t go to Ben’s party with you until he does my hair. He said something about brassy highlights and know-it-all stylists, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking about himself and what he was going to do, or how my hair looked now.”

“I think your hair looks fine.”

“So do I, but I indulge him. No matter what he does it turns out great. He really does have magic hands.”

“Oh really?” He laughed and raised an eyebrow.

That fucking eyebrow, he had no idea the effect it had. It made me weak in the knees. Hell, I wanted to lick it.

“Yours are pretty good, but I might need another demonstration to compare.”


“Are you finished packing?” I checked my watch. It hadn’t taken him very long. If he was finished, we had plenty of time to kill, or fool around, as the case may be.

He grinned. “I am. I just need to take a shower. I think we have time for that. Yes?”

I wasn’t sure if he was asking me if we had time, or if I would join him, but the answer to both was yes. I nodded and he took my hand, leading me upstairs to the master bathroom. He turned the water on and undressed me slowly as we waited for it to warm up. I reached for his waist band, but he stopped my hands, and then set me on the counter to watch him strip for me.

I giggled, thinking how many women would die to see this. His abs were chiseled, and his legs were strong. I loved watching his muscles flex and ripple as he moved. He turned around before bending to pick up his pants, and I got a clear view of his world class ass. I giggled again, wondering if he performed his own ass shots on screen.

He glanced over his shoulder and I shook my head, trying not to laugh. He clenched his butt and watched my reaction, which was to burst out laughing. He laid his clothes on the closed toilet and turned back to me as I was wiping my eyes.

He stood between my legs with his hands on my shoulders. “So, somehow what I hoped was a sexy moment made you laugh hysterically.”

“I’m sorry. I really was enjoying it, and then I got a thought in my head and well, it was funny.”

He gave me the eyebrow.

I reached out and ran my fingertips over it. “Now, that is sexy,” I said quietly. The room was filling with steam, and I started to worry about running out of time and hot water.

“What?” he chuckled.

“Oh, sorry, I got distracted by your eyebrow. I thought about how lucky I was to see your little strip show, and I wondered if you had a butt double, because you really don’t need one. Then you did that little wiggle and it was so freakin’ cute.”

“Let’s go back to the eyebrow. It’s distracting?” He teased me, raising it again.

I pushed him slightly away, and moved so I was kneeling on the counter and our eyes were almost level. I grinned at him, and then put my hands on either side of his face, running my thumbs over his eyebrows.

“Your eyebrows are very distracting,” I whispered as I lightly kissed one, and then the other.

He laughed, but stopped when our eyes met.

“I’m serious. You have no idea how sexy that eyebrow raise is when used at the right time.”

He sighed my name as his hands moved up my sides to caress my breasts, teasing my already pebbled nipples with his thumbs.

My hands moved into his hair, and I pulled him towards me, locking us together in a kiss. Our tongues slid together, as one of his hands made its way down my stomach and between my legs. His long fingers felt amazing, and my body instinctively rocked against his hand. My hands had made their way to his chest, running softly over the smattering of hair, while we continued kissing like our lives depended on it. I reached down to stroke the erection that had been brushing against my side, but when my fingers grazed him, Eric stilled his motions and stepped back. We looked at each other, breathing hard, with lips swollen from kissing and eyes clouded with desire.

“Fuck. Shower,” he managed to say.

I bit my lip and nodded. The counter top was killing my knees, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him buried inside me. I would do anything he wanted to make that happen.

He held my hand as I climbed off the counter and reached inside the shower curtain to test the water. The mirror was completely fogged, and the air was thick as we stepped under the spray. I smiled as he maneuvered us to the back of the stall without even getting entirely wet. My back was against the wall, and I put my arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss me.

He lifted me by the waist and my legs wrapped around him. Our bodies slid together with his erection pressed between us, and I groaned at the feel of him. His hips flexed, teasing us both as his cock slid against my clit.

“Eric. Please,” I whispered.

I felt his fingers dip into my center, stroking me quickly, and then they were gone. Before I could miss them, I felt the tip of his erection pressing into me. I arched my back, encouraging him to move, and then he pushed fully into me. Our eyes met, although I was having a hard time stopping mine from rolling back in my head, and he began to move.

We made love slowly, and I looked down at where we were joined. It was so sexy, feeling him moving inside me and seeing his length appear and disappear as he slid in and out. I was mesmerized, watching our bodies.

“God, you’re beautiful. Do you see that?” His voice was hoarse, and I glanced up to see that he was watching the same thing.

“Me? I’m watching you.” I managed to laugh, and then he adjusted his hips; the angle was somehow exactly right, and he hit the perfect spot over and over. “Oh my god. Yes. Eric. Yes,” I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. His movements became faster, and I heard a growl from the back of his throat that ended in a groan. He drove into me one last time, and his legs shook as he pulsed inside of me.

I was lightly kissing his chest and stroking his back while his forehead leaned against the back wall of the shower. He stood up straight, adjusting our bodies, and it was a horrible, empty feeling when he pulled out, and I put my feet back on the floor. Our arms slid around each other, and we stood huddled together lost in our own thoughts.

He stepped back and took my face in his hands, kissing me hard. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered back, tears finally threatening to fall, but I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t fall apart yet. I reached around him, grabbing my shampoo and held it out to him. “Wash my hair before the water gets cold?” I was actually pretty surprised we still had hot water.

He lathered my hair and gave me an excellent massage before rinsing it out and then repeated the process with my conditioner. We were both able to get the important parts washed before the cold water made me squeal.

We dressed slowly, knowing that each piece of clothing we put on was one step closer to goodbye.

Eric loaded his Jeep and drove me back to my cottage. I was surprised, but thankful that there were no photographers around. We held hands walking into the house, and I felt dread building in my stomach.

“I have to go. I need to turn in my car and get checked in.”

I nodded.

“Sookie.” He pulled me into his arms, and I buried my face in his chest, breathing in everything about him; the feeling of his arms, the sound of his heart, the smell of his aftershave and deodorant mixed with the smell that was just Eric.

I took it all in and closed my eyes, trying to capture all of him that I could. My emotions got the better of me, and I felt the tears start rolling down my cheeks.

“Hey, what happened to I’ll be in California in less than a week? This is not goodbye. It’s just see you later,” he teased, trying to lighten my mood.

“I know. I’m just being a girl. I don’t want you to go without me.”

He leaned back so I could see his face and he was smiling sadly. “Trust me. I don’t want to go without you. But like you said, I should probably clear out the moldy food in the fridge and the porn in the living room before you get there.”

“Moldy food and porn?”

“Not really; I was trying to make you feel better.”

I sighed, changing the subject. “I’m really excited to come to California.”

“I can’t wait. Pack what you can, pay for a couple of extra checked bags, and we’ll figure the rest out.”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to Tray and Amelia, I have a couple of ideas.”

He leaned down and kissed me, it was contradictory, sweet and slow but full of passion and promise. Then he exhaled loudly. “I have to go.”

“Yeah. You do.”

We stood there, looking at each other, and I was afraid that he was going to be late, but I couldn’t tell him to leave. There was a noise on the porch, and I pulled my eyes from his to see Amelia peeking through the screen door.

“Um, hey. I thought Eric would be gone. I was coming to break out the tiramisu or cocktails.”

“You have perfect timing, Amelia. I’m walking out the door.”

“Doesn’t look like it. Looks like you two are about to grab each other and fuck on the rug.”

Eric and I laughed, and it broke the tension, because we very well may have been about to attack each other and fuck on the rug. He turned and took my hand and walked towards the door.

“I’ll call you when I get to California.”

I nodded and he bent to kiss me; I expected it to be a quick peck, but he pulled me back into his arms, fiercely kissing me, and I gasped as his hands cupped my ass. Then he abruptly stepped back, kissed my forehead and walked away while I stood, dumbstruck and grinning.

“Fuck me. I love him.”

“Me too, Amelia. Me too.”



I was worn-out when the driver dropped me off at my house near Malibu. I called Sookie when the flight touched down. With the time change it was after midnight in Michigan, and she was exhausted. I think she was a little drunk thanks to Amelia, so we didn’t talk long. After I’d left for the airport, she’d spent the day with her friend. Sookie told her the news that she was moving to California, at which point Amelia had broken out the tequila shots.

I started a load of laundry and was wandering around the house, imagining Sookie in each room when my cell rang.

“Northman. I thought you’d never get home. I think some of your fans have forgotten you.”

“Hello, Pam.”

“Your little bloggess didn’t want to see you off? There’s a shadowy picture online of you kissing goodbye in her cottage and pictures of you alone at the airport.”

“I had a rental car to return. It would have been dumb to take two cars to the airport. My bloggess, as you call her, was back at her cottage packing her things-”

“Ah, yes,” she interrupted. “Her patriotic vacation.”

“That, and she’s moving into my house.”

“Oh, fuck me. Are you serious? You can’t blindside me with this shit.” She cursed a few more times, and in several languages in the course of a few seconds, then said, “I’m coming over.”

“Why? You can’t bitch me out over the phone?” But she had hung up before I finished.

Her visit wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected, and though she would never admit it, I think she mostly came over because she missed me. We didn’t talk too much business, but she confirmed that Alcide had RSVP’d us for Ben and Jen’s party and told me she was still working on getting us in for fireworks.

I asked for news on Sophie Anne, but she didn’t know any more than I did, which I had learned from the tabloids in the airport. She was in New York City, still hitting the club scene with Lindsay Lohan and the Olsen’s. She told a reporter the night before that “the truth would come out eventually.” Pam had followed up with the statement that the truth, was that I was happily dating Sookie and hadn’t seen or spoken to Sophie Anne since we finished shooting.

She sat back on the couch, sipping the scotch that I kept stocked just for her.

“I’m considering asking the studio about having you and that little bitch shoot during opposite hours.”

“Pam, she’s the vampire queen, and I’m one of her top advisors. We’ll have scenes together.”

“Well, she’s lucky she’s got a fucking job.”

“She’s creating a buzz for the show at least.”

“You did not just fucking say that. Have we swapped brains tonight or what?”

I chuckled and took a drink of my water. My vacation had officially ended; I needed to get back to eating healthy and working out.

“Alright.” She glanced at her watch. “I have a date. I’ll talk to you later. Will you be at the gym in the morning?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you there.” I didn’t know how she did it sometimes, going out on the town, or ending up in someone’s bedroom until all hours of the night, and then heading to the gym or yoga studio each morning without fail.

“Sookie gets here Friday?”


“Can I leak her flight info?”

“Let me think about that.”

“They’ll probably follow you to the airport anyway.”

“I know.” I said firmly. “Let me talk to Sookie.”

“If she’s moving in with you she’s going to need to get used to it.”

“I know, Pam.”

“Fine. Fine. I’ll see you in the morning.”

The next few days went by in a whirlwind. I went to the studio for some wardrobe fittings and had dinner with Sam and Daphne one night. They were both excited to meet Sookie and were looking forward to going to Ben’s cookout together. Daphne went out with a girlfriend, leaving Sam and I alone to drink beer out by their pool.

“So. I was right.”

“Shit, Sam. Are you going to say ‘I told you so’ again? What, are we in junior high?”

He laughed. “No, I was just commenting that I was right that you two are perfect for each other.”

“We really are. It’s weird.”

“You find what you’re looking for when you stop looking for it.”

“When’s your shift on the Psychic Hotline?” I deadpanned.

“Shut up. You know what I mean. What’s up with crazy?”

I knew he was referring to Sophie Anne. “Nothing new. Still dropping cryptic hints that we’re together.”

“I may have been wrong about her.”

“What?” I asked incredulously.

“She might be certifiable, that’s worse. I mean, you can call people crazy and shit, but I think she really is. How does Sookie feel about all that?”

“She can’t believe Sophie Anne is continuing to lie. I don’t know. I think until Blackhart gets out of rehab, Sophie Anne’s going to keep partying her ass off, and no one is going to shut her up. But that’s just my impression.”

He snorted. “Yeah, and then her ass will end up in rehab or in a padded cell.”

I sighed. “At this point I don’t care where she ends up as long as she shuts up.”

“Amen.” He raised his beer in a salute before taking a drink.

“I’m taking Sookie to meet my mom this weekend.”

Sam’s beer sprayed a little before he could cover his mouth as he coughed. “What? Shit. You are serious.”

“I told you she was moving in with me.”

“Yeah, but your mom? Dude. She’ll start planning the wedding as soon as she meets her. I bet she’s already buying stuff for her future grandchild.”

“She was doing that before I met Sookie,” I laughed.

“Well, tell Sookie that Daph likes to plan weddings.”

“We’re not engaged.”

“Matter of time, Eric. Matter of time.”

After a while we headed inside to play hockey on the Wii, and I switched to water so I could drive home later. He had an awesome big screen in his media room for playing Wii, and I told him about Sookie taking all of Bill’s game stuff in the divorce. He just shook his head, and told me not to fuck it up.

Friday morning, Sookie and I texted a bit before her flight left.

S: At the airport. C U soon. MWUAH

E: Mwuah? Evil laugh or a big fat kiss?

S: BIG kiss. Luv U.

E: Luv U more.

S: Not doing this. Dork. C U s(*)(*)n.

I cracked up laughing at her boob drawing in the middle of the word ‘soon.’ I would have to remember that.

Close to eight hours later I stood in the “Arrivals” area of LAX airport, anxiously waiting for her. She had texted me when the plane touched down, so I knew it would be any minute.

S: I’m here. U here?

E: I’m here. GET OUT HERE

S: I’m trying! LOL

A rush of people were coming down the corridor, and I scanned their heads for her blond hair, wishing she was taller so she’d be easier to spot. Then I saw a blond ponytail bobbing and Sookie’s big black sunglasses on top of her head. She was caught between some taller business men and hadn’t seen me, but she was getting close. My heart beat a little faster, and I smiled to myself, ignoring the click of the cameras coming from behind me. I held up the little paper sign I’d made that read, “Sookie Stackhouse.”

Her eyes lit up, and she laughed that beautiful, magical laugh that I loved when she saw me, or maybe it was the sign that made her laugh. Her gigantic purse nearly knocked me over when she jumped up, throwing her arms around me. We both laughed and she gave me a tight hug, then pulled back and put her hands on either side of my face as I held her up.

“I missed you,” she whispered before kissing me.

The kiss was short, but sweet, and she knew we were being photographed and taped. Camera flashes were going off and the paparazzi were shouting questions at us. She slid down my chest, her hands moving to my waist and we grinned at each other.

“I missed you too.” I wanted to run my hands all over her body, just to feel her again, or squeeze her against me and rub myself on her so everyone would know she was mine, but there were too many people watching us. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Luggage?”

“You know it. You’ll want to get a cart.”

I laughed, and she took my hand as we walked towards baggage claim. Neither of us said a word to the shouted calls of the photographers.

“I’m really here,” She said, squeezing my hand.

I glanced over, and she was beaming from ear to ear. It wasn’t her nervous smile, it was pure unadulterated joy, and I loved it. Everything around us disappeared, and I pulled our clasped hands up to my lips for a gentle kiss.

“Welcome to California, lover.”



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