Get Some!

Leap of Faith
Chapter 17: Get Some!

I stood in the back yard, waiting for Sookie. I pulled at the collar of my coat, I was hot and slightly nervous. I wanted things to be perfect for her and I knew they weren’t. Her family and friends weren’t here and she was wearing something out of her closet, not the gown of her dreams.

Sookie hadn’t said a word when I told her that we could wait so she would have her dream wedding, and it damn near broke my heart that it wasn’t what she had always wanted and I knew it.

I remembered sitting on a bench outside of a bridal shop in New Orleans so she could try on a dress that she’d seen in the window. We had been on our way to dinner, and she stopped in her tracks in front of the store.

“Oh my god, Eric. When I get married, that’s the dress I’m wearing.”

“Really? It will look nice next to me in a tux.”

“You should be so lucky,” she teased. “Could we stop a minute? I want to see what it looks like on.”

I had tried to follow her in the store, I mean, we weren’t engaged, even if I couldn’t imagine either of us married to anyone else. She wouldn’t have it though, telling me to ‘sit my ass outside and wait.’ She’d always been feisty.

She came out of the store with a megawatt smile on her face.

“So, is that the dress?”

“I can’t tell you that!” She was laughing as she put her arms around me. Leaning in, she kissed me sweetly and whispered, “But that dress would look really nice next to you in a tux.”

I was pulled out of my memories when Betty, the Reverend Taylor’s secretary, cleared her throat behind me.

“You look dashing, Eric. Sookie looks beautiful. Reverend Taylor is talking to her now. It won’t be long.”

“Thanks Betty, for everything.”

“Oh, we’d do just about anything for you and you know it.”

Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the gazebo as the Reverend came outside to join me. He gave me a little wink and stepped up onto the platform.

“Are you ready?” I nodded. “Take a look son, here she comes.”

Turning around, I saw Sookie stepping into the yard smiling brightly. She was breathtaking in her white dress. It was simple, but elegant, accentuating her curves. She wore her hair down, the way I liked it, and it moved against her shoulders as she walked. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she came towards me. When she stood across from me I couldn’t stop myself from whispering that she looked beautiful. She wiped away a lone tear that had spilled onto her face.

Reaching for the bouquet, I leaned it against the step to the gazebo, and took her hands in mine. Giving them a gentle squeeze of reassurance, I turned my face towards the Reverend as he began to speak. I tried to focus on his words, but Sookie was staring at me, grinning, and it was hard to concentrate. I had a fleeting thought that there was still enough time for her to bolt, to run away and leave me standing there like a fool. I deserved nothing less after what I had done to her, but from the look on her face, I knew she wasn’t leaving.

Reverend Taylor began to talk about marriage and military service, comparing the bravery required for each. He said that being married to a Marine required just as much bravery as being one, and he was right. I was glad that Sookie wasn’t really listening. She was focused completely on me and I knew her mind was somewhere else.

When it was time to recite the vows, I squeezed Sookie’s hands and began to repeat the phrases Reverend Taylor read. As I said the final line, I felt Sookie tense. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. I reached out, putting my hand against her cheek. “For as long as we both shall live,” had hit too close to home for her and the pain that flashed across her face was fucking gutting me.

“Sookie,” I heard myself whisper.

She let out a breath and looked at the Reverend, nodding that she was ready to say her vows. I rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb, smiling at her, trying to give her all the reassurance and strength that I could. She kept her eyes on mine, repeating the vows clearly until she got to the last line, which she said so quietly I could barely hear her. From her reaction to my vows, I knew she didn’t want to say it out loud, to make the possibility of my death real. I was kicking myself for not asking the Reverend to have us say something different, but she had gotten through it.

Reverend Taylor asked for the rings and I took them from my pocket, handing them over. He blessed them, talking about the circle symbolizing never ending love. We each repeated after him again as we exchanged rings. I let out a deep breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding and grinned at Sookie, my wife. Reverend Taylor pronounced us husband and wife and I stepped forward to kiss Sookie before he gave the word.

Taking her into my arms, I kissed her, and what I intended as a short, promising kiss became demanding and passionate before I could stop it. When we separated, we were breathing heavy, her hands pressing against my back, and thank God, Reverend Taylor was laughing. I realized that Betty had moved closer and was taking pictures of us grinning wildly at each other, and I hoped she had gotten a good shot of the kiss.

We posed for a few more pictures and went into the house to sign the marriage certificate. Suddenly, it was over. We were Mr. and Mrs. Northman, well, she had to officially change her name, but we were married. I was hers. She was mine. All of those clichés and I hadn’t felt this happy in years.

Sookie and I drove home. Funny, how after a few repeated vows, my apartment became our home. I asked her to wait in the car and ran our garment bags inside. When I came back, I opened her door and picked her up, carrying her up the stairs and across the threshold. Kicking the door closed, I grinned down at my bride.

“I love you, Mrs. Northman.”

“That’s good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

Bending my head, I kissed her as I walked us to the bedroom. I let her down so she was standing in front of me and laid her flowers on the dresser. Walking back to her, I wrapped her in my arms and began raining kisses on her face and neck. Her hands caressed my back and then moved to the buttons on my uniform. I continued kissing her neck and ear as she pushed my jacket off and laid it on the bed. She muttered a curse when she realized there was a second set of buttons on my dress shirt, but deftly began working them with her fingers. Sliding the zipper down on her dress, I pulled it forward, off her arms and down her chest. The fabric bunched around her waist and I ignored it for access to her breasts. They were covered in cream colored lace; her nipples were already hard when I ran my thumbs over them.

She had my shirt off and was getting frustrated with my pants. I took a step back, pushing the dress over her hips and letting it pool on the floor at her feet. Clad in nothing but matching lace, I devoured her with my eyes. I unhooked the clasp on her bra and she slowly slid her panties off, smirking as she stood, letting me devour her with my eyes. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and led her to the bed. Stretching out next to each other, we caressed and kissed, murmuring endearments.

My hand whispered down her side, across her hip and over her center. Gently, I slid my finger through her wet heat, her back arching her body into me. I caressed her, making slow movements that circled her clit and teased her opening. Her hips rocked against my hand as my lips moved along her neck, nibbling and tasting her skin. I slipped two fingers inside her, lazily pumping them, as she began to whimper. Covering her lips with mine, I kissed her with the same gentle care I was giving her below.

She turned hear head and breathed my name. “Eric.”

“What lover?” I taunted.


“This?” I moved my fingers harder and faster, making her moan. She griped the sheets and arched her back. Her muscles began to tighten around my hand; I drew my fingers forward, hitting the spot I’d only been grazing. She cried out, her body clenching tightly around me. I was still kissing her and stroking her when she her tongue assaulted my mouth. She pushed my hand away and rolled on top of me. Her nipples teased my chest as she bent to continue kissing me and rolled her hips against my shaft. She took me in her hands as she sat up; moaning as she slid just the tip of my cock inside her, and paused.

“Jesus.” It came out as a hiss. Her eyes met mine before she sat back on her heels, sliding down my length, her head dropping back with another moan. Her hands gripped my thighs as she rose and fell, riding my cock. I couldn’t think straight as she fucked me. My hips started thrusting to meet hers while my hands were on her waist, pulling her down so I was practically impaling her.

“Oh God. Oh God.” Sookie started chanting and I knew she was close to coming again. She brought a hand around, rubbing herself and I thought I was going to die. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I tried to focus, to take in every detail, but her muscles were clamping around my cock and I could feel my own orgasm building. “Ohmygod Eric,” she called out just before she came, hard.

She smiled down at me lazily and I quickly sat up, flipping us around so she was underneath me. Pushing her knees up, I drove into her over and over. Her arms wrapped around me, grabbing my ass, her nails stinging as they dug in. She bit my shoulder, and I was done. I groaned in her ear as I released.

Dropping my forehead to her shoulder, I released her legs and felt her stretching out. I knew that I needed to roll off her, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t pull out of her yet.

“God I love you,” I muttered, more for me than for her to hear. She grabbed my face and pulled my lips to hers, kissing me firmly. Resting my weight on my elbows, I opened my eyes and realized her face was covered in tears. “Shit. Sookie. Please don’t cry.”

“No. It’s okay. They’re happy tears, mostly.”

“Bird.” I slipped out of her and we both made sad noises. Pulling her with me, I rolled us so her head was resting on my chest. I stroked her hair. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I love you. Today was just kind of a roller coaster.”

“You like roller coasters.”

She laughed, her breath teasing my chest. Sitting up on her elbow, she gave me a small smile. “Are we supposed to be at Twinings’ party at a particular time? Aren’t we supposed to deliver alcohol or something?”

“Um. Not really. I told Cal today that I didn’t know what time we’d be there and he needed to take care of it. I promised to pay him back and that you’d cook him the real Stackhouse chicken before we left.”

“You told him?”

“No. But he probably knows. I didn’t tell him because he can’t lie to Soph and she would have crashed the wedding.”

“They could have come.”

“No. It was just us. That’s how it was supposed to be.”

“It was pretty special.” She smirked.

“It was. Betty has probably already emailed the pictures if you want to check them out.”

“Tomorrow, I think. Should we call your parents, or Pam?”

“Tomorrow. Right now I think I should help you take a shower.”

“Oh really? You think I need help?”

“Well, you’ve got some hard to reach places.” I ran my hands over her ass, slipping one hand between her legs to emphasize my point.

Stepping out of the Vette I was prepared to plaster a smile on my face to meet all of Eric’s friends and their wives or significant others. I was nervous, because we were springing our marriage on all of them. We were at a beach house, apparently owned by some retired Recon Marine that let the guys hang out on his sand and throw parties on a regular basis. Eric came around the car, taking my hand, rubbing his thumb over my rings as we walked towards the house.

Cal came down the driveway to meet us. He grabbed Eric’s left hand, then dropped it, shaking his head. “Sonofabitch. She’s gonna fucking kill you, jackass.”

“Thank you. We’re very happy.” Oh, sarcastic Eric was not a good start to the night.

Cal rolled his eyes, and exhaled. He smiled at me. “Congratulations, Sookie.” He chuckled. “Although I’m not sure why you wanted to be saddled with this guy for eternity.”

“Oh, he has his moments.” I tried to keep up with Cal’s mood swing and continued teasing. Eric hugged me to his side and we walked towards the house. Soph came out the front door grinning at us.

“Hey, you two finally got out of bed to join us?” She continued walking out to us, hugging Eric and giving him a kiss on the cheek. She hugged me as well, and then pulled me away from Eric to link her arm with mine. I was waiting for her to see my wedding band, uncertain of how she would react. Cal thought she was going to be upset, but Eric had shrugged it off earlier. We didn’t get more than five steps down the driveway when she stopped suddenly, holding my hand up and looking at it like I had a deformity.

“What. The. Fuck? Eric Alexander Northman. Did you marry this woman?”

Oh shit! She busted out his middle name. He was in big trouble. I pulled my hand away, wrapping it around my waist as I felt Eric’s body press along the length of my back. Seriously, was he hiding behind me? He squeezed my shoulder and I realized he meant it as a comforting gesture.

“I did.”

“Well, good for you!” She squealed, throwing her arms around both of us, completely shocking her husband. “Did you know about this?” She gave Cal a dirty look.

“Hell no.”

“Then you’re safe.” She released us and reached up, cuffing Eric on the back of the head. “There had better fucking be pictures, numb nuts.” She re-linked our arms and walked towards the house like nothing had happened.

What. The. Fuck? I glanced back at Eric, who shrugged, and Cal punched him in the arm. Boys.

As we approached the house, Soph said, “I have no idea what Eric’s plan is, but Jessica is crazy, you might want to keep it on the down low around her.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Eric says it will be fine.”

“Eric has a penis. He can’t truly comprehend the idea of a bridezilla.”

“What if Eric makes a big announcement or something?”

“She’s not going to get in a cat-fight with him, and her husband will just think it’s cool that Eric is sharing his party. Eric is a cool kid, Twinings is not.”

I raised an eyebrow at her in question, trying not to laugh at the fact I was taking on Eric’s mannerisms.

“I’m serious.” She laughed, coming through the door behind me.

The guys were right behind us, I had heard them talking in low tones as we walked. When they came through the door, most of the other men in the house raised their beers and yelled, “Thor!”

Someone tossed a can of beer to Eric, which he raised up in salute, grinning and yelling, “Get some!”

I looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language and upon seeing the look on my face, Soph bent over in laughter. I hadn’t seen Eric act like this since we went to the bar with his friends back in college. It was a little unsettling.

Eric snaked his arm around my waist, leaning down for a kiss and I swear to God the room went silent, well, except for Soph’s shrieks of laughter.

As suddenly as things had gone quiet, the whole room filled with cheers and cries of, “Get some!” I seriously hoped that it was some sort of Marine phrase and all of these men weren’t talking about our sex life.

A tall man with dark hair and a dangling earring came over to give Eric a one armed hug. Even with short hair he had the air of a pirate. It was just something about him.

“Thor! Thanks for coming man! And you brought a date! How cool! I haven’t seen you out with a chick that wasn’t Soph in, forever!”

“Charles. Congratulations. I wouldn’t miss your party. This is my wife, Sookie. Sookie, this is Charles Twinings.”

“Congratulations, Charles. So nice to meet you!”

Charles was grinning from ear to ear and then Eric’s words seemed to catch up with his thoughts. I was really hoping he was drunk, because I wasn’t sure I wanted this guy covering Eric’s back in a fire fight. He looked at Eric, then turned his head towards me with a look of confusion. A light bulb seemed to go off behind his eyes and he started laughing. “Shutthefuckup! That’s the coolest shit I’ve heard all day!” He yelled over his shoulder, “Jessica! Get over here!”

My eyes darted around the room trying to find Cal and Soph. Eric leaned down and kissed right in front of my ear. “Relax. She won’t hurt you.” Easy for him to say.

A very young redhead with porcelain skin joined Charles; they made the oddest couple I could imagine. “Jess! You remember Eric, yeah? And this is his wife Skokie. They just go married too!”

She looked a little wild, but Charles smoothed a hand down her back, and she seemed to calm down.

“It’s Sookie.” I smiled. “Congratulations!” I was trying to put my best foot forward without having it stomped on. She looked seriously crazy.

Soph swooped in to rescue me. “Oh great! You met Sookie! I’m just gonna borrow her. Come on let’s go down to the beach. They’re piling up wood for a bonfire later.”

She pulled me along behind her, leaving Eric looking confused. Instead of the beach, we ended up in the kitchen, where Soph started making a drink. She told me to help myself, and I mixed a strong Gin and Tonic. I had a feeling I was going to need it, with crazy Jessica running around and a large contingency of drunken Marines. Then she handed me a hot dog and told me not to drink on an empty stomach.

We mingled around the party, quietly shocking everyone as she introduced me as Eric’s wife. I nodded and smiled, repeatedly explaining that we had dated before he joined the Marines. One very drunk woman had the balls to ask me if he was as good in bed as she imagined.

Before I could say anything, Soph jumped in, “Oh, you just keep dreaming about Eric. Sookie here’s the only one he’ll be making scream his name!”

It seemed to put the woman in her place, and as Soph surveyed her kingdom, she let them all know I was under her protection. It was good to be friends with the Queen Bee.

Wandering outside she introduced me to a few men who were grilling and smoking cigars. After a few minutes, we walked out to the shore, watching the water rush in and out. She turned to me and brushed some hair off my shoulder.

“I’m not mad at him.”

This was a conversation she really needed to have with Eric, but I smiled. “I know you’re not.”

“I’m sad that you didn’t have anyone there with you, either of you, but I suppose that makes it special as well.”

“It does. It was just the two of us.”

“You swear there are pictures?” I nodded. She looked at me and her smile slipped away. “Are you going to be okay?”

Holding her gaze, I said quietly, “I have no idea. Probably not.”

“I’ll be here.”

I sighed. “Good.” Turning my head back to the sea, I watched the waves rolling in for a moment. “I suppose we should go find our husbands.”

It was surreal to think of Eric that way, but that’s what he was. We turned back towards the house and our men were sitting about twenty feet away in the sand near the porch.

“What? You don’t trust me with your wife, Northman?”

“I was afraid you were filling her head with lies about me.”

“Oh hell, I’ll have a whole year to do that.”

When she got closer, Cal stood and pulled her into his arms. They waved goodbye and headed back up to the house. Eric stayed seated and reached a hand out to me. When I thought he was going to stand, he pulled me gently downwards, and I climbed into his lap.

“Mmmm. You smell good.” His nose was in my hair, teasing the sensitive line of my neck below my ear. “You’re popular, you know that? The guys think you’re hot and the girls all say you’re sweet.”

I laughed. “The girls think I’m sweet because Soph took me under her wing.”

“Well, they’ll figure out you really are sweet if they get to know you.”

He started kissing me and my hands found their favorite place in his hair. We stayed there, kissing lazily and talking quietly until someone yelled it was time to cut the cake. It was a fitting, and unexpected, end to our wedding day that had been better than anything I could have dreamed.



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