“Well, if it isn’t the newlyweds,” Pam joked as Eric, and I made our way into Godric’s office.
“Pam, you know that we’ve been married for almost five years now. Why would you say we’re newlyweds?”
“Because my dear friend, you two are fucking just like a newly married couple.”
“I don’t understand,” I said looking at Eric. “Did we have sex less often before the accident?”
“No, Lover, we didn’t, but we didn’t have many opportunities from the time we went to work until we came home. Not many… pit stops during our nights,” he replied with a wink.
“I like our pit stops,” I said, leaning against Eric’s side.
“Me too, Lover, me too.”
“Soooo, I don’t understand,” I started.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, I was trying to give you a hard time. I didn’t think it would fly right over your pretty blonde head. You’re no fun anymore!” Pam said, exasperated.
“I can’t help it,” I said with a sniff. Tears welled up and threatened to spill over.
“Pam,” Eric barked after he wrapped his arms around me causing Pam to look down.
“Please forgive me, Master.”
“Don’t give your…”
“Mistress,” Pam interrupted with a broad smile.
“Enough,” Eric replied through gritted teeth. “You will desist in saying anything that will upset my Bonded.”
“If you’re both going to be so moody, maybe you should make a permanent pit stop for the night,” she laughed out.
I couldn’t understand why she seemed to be trying to upset Eric. I knew how much they liked to joke around with each other, but Eric was in no mood. He let out a menacing growl as he brought us over to the couch.
Pam rolled her eyes but apologized quietly to both of us.
“Now,” he said, glaring at Pam sideways. “Maybe you’d like to hear about the conversation I had with Sophie-Ann.”
“Judging by your foul mood, it didn’t go so well,” Godric quietly said from behind his desk.
“She didn’t take our leave well, and then she threatened me and mine,” he snarled out the last part.
“Are we going back?” Pam asked, frustrated.
“Not anytime soon,” he replied.
I was still unsure how I felt about not being able to go home right away. I wanted to get to know Godric, find who kidnaped him, and be able to travel, but not at the cost of never being able to go home. I only hoped the Queen wouldn’t send anyone after us. I was definitely relieved she no longer suspected me of having telepathy.
Eric pulled me closer to his side and kissed my temple.
“What do you mean?” Pam asked, now agitated. “We’ve got a bar to run; I was getting ready to organize one of my shoe closets by color.”
Quinn mumbled something incoherent that made Pam’s fangs come down, and she glared at him.
“I resigned after she wouldn’t see reason. We will not be going back for a little while.”
“What are we going to do about Fangtasia? It won’t run itself. Hell, we’ll be lucky if Sophie-Ann doesn’t throw one of her temper tantrums and has it burned down. Really, Eric, what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I wasn’t going to let her threaten me, and I am tired of her childish ways. She didn’t want to see reason, and I’ll happily pay the fee to be out from under her rule and be able to do what I want. I would never have become Sheriff if I’d known I was going to meet Sookie. I want to travel, show her the world for however long I want, not by Sophie-Ann’s stipulations.”
“As for Fangtasia, I plan to sell it unless you want it. I’m tired of spending so much of my free time running a bar.”
“You’d rather spend it in between the legs of your… wife. And I don’t want to run a smelly bar. I’d much rather have my own boutique. Maybe spend a year or three shopping in Europe.”
I watched as a smile spread across her face while she tapped her chin.
“Now that I think about it, this is perfect. Except now who will fund my shopping?”
“You’re a big girl now. You’ll make do,” Eric said with a laugh.
Pam harrumphed from across the room, and then proceeded to pout.
“Fine. I’ll give you the money from the sale of Fangtasia, but that’s it,” Eric growled. “I’m glad her ways haven’t rubbed off on you,” Eric said looking down at me.
“You spoil her too much,” Godric chided Eric.
“Don’t tell me that if Valken lived closer to you, you wouldn’t spoil him,” Eric replied with a knowing look.
“Not as you do with Pamela,” he said with a fond look at her. “But maybe it was too much. Valken’s been far too lenient with Nora, and perhaps I’ve not set the best example if she thinks she could kidnap me and get away with it.”
Before anyone could answer or protest Pam placed her hand on Godric’s arm and spoke quietly to him. Well, I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I’m sure everyone else could. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked out the window until they were done with their semi-private powwow.
“Sookie, why are you pouting?” Eric asked quietly with furrowed brows as he pulled my arms from my chest and my hands into one of his large, calloused hands.
“I can’t hear anything,” I whisper-yelled before realizing it was pointless. “Pam’s over there talking all quiet like, and the only person who’s in this room that can’t hear her is me. I’m a boring human who can’t hear anything.”
Eric wrapped his arms around me, placing his lips at my ear before he spoke.
“Dear one, you are far from boring. Even if you were a plain ole’ human, which you are not, you’d never be plain or boring. You are an extraordinary woman. If you want to hear better, you can take my blood on a more regular basis, but I don’t know if it would help enough for you to hear Pam. Even if it did, I doubt you’d want to hear what she was saying.”
He placed a kiss on my ear before pulling back to look me in the eye.
“If you really wanted to know what they’re saying why didn’t you just listen to their thoughts? You forget that you have a bigger advantage than all of us in that you can read our minds.”
“I try not to read your minds. I don’t want to invade anyone’s privacy.”
I felt Eric’s confusion at my statement, so I tried to clarify.
“When you guys are whispering to each other it feels like I’m being left out. It feels personal, and it’s easier to listen with my ears than my mind. And just because someone says something does not mean they are thinking it.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way. You know I have nothing to hide from you. You can always listen in on me,” he said with a small smile.
“Not everyone feels that way,” I mumbled.
“I know. How about when we finish here we go do something, just the two of us. Whatever you want. It’s been awhile since we’ve been on a date. Would you like that?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck. I peppered his face with kisses before I brushed my lips across his. Eric’s arms pulled me closer and then his hand made its way to my hair.
I heard a loud throat-clearing before I pulled away with a smile.
“Sorry,” I said as I looked around the room and then rested my head on Eric’s shoulder.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. If anyone should be apologizing it should be me.”
“What do you have to be sorry about?” I asked confused.
“For trying to plant his flag in your soil while all of us watch,” Quinn quipped.
Eric turned and glared at Quinn before his face softened when he looked back at me.
“I’ve obviously not been a very good husband if you get that excited by the mere mention of a date. I think we should go on at least one date per week until we start to travel. Do you agree?”
“You know I do. Let’s hurry up and finish this business, so I can have you all to myself.”
“Perfect,” he said kissing me once before turning to the rest of the room.