Season Four - Episode Seven
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onceavikingThe sex is hot.
Primal. Sweaty.
(Well, Sookie is sweaty. Glistening in the dim light from the hallway. Her floral bedding smells of her, eneveloping him in her scent, sweat and lust and eagerness).
After they curl up in bed together. Her on her back, a little short of breath. Him curled up next to her, resting his head on her belly.
"Our clothes are in the woods," she murmurs with a smile in her voice. Because that is not her. Not at all. Only - this time it was and she has no regrets what so ever.
"You want me to go get them?" he asks. He would. If she wanted him to.
"Don't you dare," she replies.
Not when they can be like this.
Her hand strokes his back. His hair.
He is cool and heavy and after a little while, she asks, in a low tone of voice, "You still there?"
It can be hard to tell.
With vampires.
" I'm listening to your heartbeat," he answers in a whisper. A whisper filled with wonder. "I can feel it. Every pulse. Through your skin into mine."
She is quiet as she listens to him, his voice soft and intimate and - beautiful. In the darkness.
"If I lay still and think about nothing else it feels like my own heart is beating."
She doesn't know what to do with that. With the soft longing in his voice. She cannot begin to pretend to understand how he must feel. Close to life and yet always removed.
So she says, "I feel like mine's still racing. At least there's some things you haven't forgot."
He shifts a little and looks up at her, his eyes huge and earnest. "Sookie? Do you want me to remember again?"
"Stop it." It falls out of her mouth., landing between them like a stone.
"Of course I do. I mean, I wouldn't want you to change any but I do want you to get your memories back."
He is - he is wonderful like this. But how could she say that she would begrudge him his own history?
That would be cruel.
"Yeah," he whispers, "but that would change me. Once I know who I am everything I've done I couldn't possibly be the same."
How could he be?
With what she has told him. What Emcee and Jay and Sunshine has told him.
And he has to know.
"Would you still want me then?" he asks. Quietly.
Her answer is hesitant. But she doesn't look away.
"I - I don't know. You did a lot of terrible things to me and people I love. But then there's the you who's so good and kind and sweet."
She bites her lower lip, suddenly bashful. "I'd never have let the old you into my bed."
And then she adds, wryly, "God knows you tried."
"Sookie, would you still want me?" he asks again, reaching up to touch her face.
"I hope I would. I hope I will."
A little more confident this time.
"Because that day is gonna come and I want to be still feeling this now. I want to so, so bad."
He smiles. Slowly. Holding her gaze.
"That's all I need to hear," he says, softly, as he caresses her cheekbone with his thumb.
Her skin is soft.
Warm.
Her bones are fragile.
Her blood is summer.
And she loves him.
And he loves her.
Primal. Sweaty.
(Well, Sookie is sweaty. Glistening in the dim light from the hallway. Her floral bedding smells of her, eneveloping him in her scent, sweat and lust and eagerness).
After they curl up in bed together. Her on her back, a little short of breath. Him curled up next to her, resting his head on her belly.
"Our clothes are in the woods," she murmurs with a smile in her voice. Because that is not her. Not at all. Only - this time it was and she has no regrets what so ever.
"You want me to go get them?" he asks. He would. If she wanted him to.
"Don't you dare," she replies.
Not when they can be like this.
Her hand strokes his back. His hair.
He is cool and heavy and after a little while, she asks, in a low tone of voice, "You still there?"
It can be hard to tell.
With vampires.
" I'm listening to your heartbeat," he answers in a whisper. A whisper filled with wonder. "I can feel it. Every pulse. Through your skin into mine."
She is quiet as she listens to him, his voice soft and intimate and - beautiful. In the darkness.
"If I lay still and think about nothing else it feels like my own heart is beating."
She doesn't know what to do with that. With the soft longing in his voice. She cannot begin to pretend to understand how he must feel. Close to life and yet always removed.
So she says, "I feel like mine's still racing. At least there's some things you haven't forgot."
He shifts a little and looks up at her, his eyes huge and earnest. "Sookie? Do you want me to remember again?"
"Stop it." It falls out of her mouth., landing between them like a stone.
"Of course I do. I mean, I wouldn't want you to change any but I do want you to get your memories back."
He is - he is wonderful like this. But how could she say that she would begrudge him his own history?
That would be cruel.
"Yeah," he whispers, "but that would change me. Once I know who I am everything I've done I couldn't possibly be the same."
How could he be?
With what she has told him. What Emcee and Jay and Sunshine has told him.
And he has to know.
"Would you still want me then?" he asks. Quietly.
Her answer is hesitant. But she doesn't look away.
"I - I don't know. You did a lot of terrible things to me and people I love. But then there's the you who's so good and kind and sweet."
She bites her lower lip, suddenly bashful. "I'd never have let the old you into my bed."
And then she adds, wryly, "God knows you tried."
"Sookie, would you still want me?" he asks again, reaching up to touch her face.
"I hope I would. I hope I will."
A little more confident this time.
"Because that day is gonna come and I want to be still feeling this now. I want to so, so bad."
He smiles. Slowly. Holding her gaze.
"That's all I need to hear," he says, softly, as he caresses her cheekbone with his thumb.
Her skin is soft.
Warm.
Her bones are fragile.
Her blood is summer.
And she loves him.
And he loves her.
