Chapter 6 – Stay
Where am I?
I felt groggy. I could hear something, but I couldn’t make it out. My ears were ringing and everything sounded muffled.
Am I moving? I feel like I am. Maybe I’m dreaming I’m flying again.
Is that Sookie? Oh, this is gonna be a GOOD dream.
I opened my eyes and there she was. The sun was behind her, low enough in the sky that it looked like she had a halo. Why is she looking away from me?
It was then that I felt her small hand gripping mine. I squeezed hers in return, causing her to look at me.
Why is she crying? She shouldn’t be crying in my dream.
“Am I dreaming?”
Shit! She’s crying harder. I don’t like this dream at all.
“No, you’re not dreaming.”
“Good.” It started coming back to me what had happened. I could’ve died and I would have never had the chance to make her mine. “Stay with me?”
I guess she liked that because her tears slowed down and a small smile appeared on her beautiful face. “Say please.”
Thank God she made a joke. A lot of guys on the force have relationship issues where their significant other can’t deal with the stress of having their loved ones “in the line of fire” so to speak. Hopefully her reaction meant we wouldn’t be having those issues.
Sookie never let go of my hand. After we got out of the ambulance, there was a group of cops lining the hallways of the hospital waiting on me. I know it’s done every time an officer is shot, but normally I’m the one lining up, not the star attraction getting wheeled down the hallway. I didn’t like the attention.
Sookie was still at my side, holding my hand the entire way. It felt right.
Just as we were turning the corner into the exam room I saw Felicia standing in the hallway. It looked like she had been crying, but right now she was staring daggers at Sookie. I made a mental note to deal with her the first chance I got.
Alcide followed us into the exam room, looking back and forth between Sookie and I and then down at our clasped hands. He didn’t say a word about it. I love that guy.
He looked back down at me and asked, “What in the hell happened? I couldn’t see passed the three of you in the doorway. It sounded like Davis was calming down, but then Quinn raised his gun and fired. I could see your arms. You never raised your gun. What’s wrong with you?”
His anger steadily increased as he was talking and he was bellowing by the time he finished.
I tried to concentrate on what had happened. I was focused on Davis the entire time. I replayed it over and over before coming to the conclusion that I could see the barrel of Quinn’s gun raising in my peripheral vision before Stan raised his. I couldn’t remember anything after that until I was with Sookie.
Hesitating, I asked “What did Quinn and Chow say?”
“Quinn said Davis was making a move to fire so he took him out with a head shot. Chow was in front of both of you, and he saw Davis raise his gun and fire but he jumped forward to catch the kid. What happened? WHY DIDN’T YOU RAISE YOUR GUN?”
Someone standing in the doorway cleared their throat to get our attention. It was the doctor.
Alcide stormed out, but when Sookie stood to follow him I tugged on her hand. “Please stay with me?”
It wasn’t that I was afraid or worried what the doctor was going to say. I just felt better having her there.
She smiled and sat back down.
The doctor looked me over and insisted I get a CT scan of my head and a chest x-ray, but both came back normal.
FINALLY, I was released from the hospital. I told Alcide I’d call him in the morning, and thanked everyone that had come to see me. Sookie’s friend Amelia had dropped off Sookie’s car at the hospital so she offered to take me home. After gingerly climbing into her passenger seat, which she had to move back as far as it would go, she shut my door and got in on the driver’s side.
I leaned the seat back a little because the welt on my chest was throbbing some when Sookie leaned across me to grab the seatbelt and buckled me in. She smelled amazing.
Smiling she said, “I wouldn’t want to get pulled over and get a ticket.”
I took her hand from the seatbelt buckle and pulled her back across me. I laced my fingers through her hair on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. She gently pressed her lips to mine, tracing my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.
I had closed my eyes, savoring every bit of her, when I felt something wet on my cheek. I looked up and saw that she had started crying again, slow silent tears running down her cheeks.
I held her face between both of my hands, wiping the tears away.
Her breath hitched and she said, “You really scared me today.”
I pulled her to me for another kiss, whispering “I’m sorry” against her lips over and over.
She seemed to calm down, and gave me a small smile before pulling back and settling into her seat.
I told her where I lived, and as we pulled out of the hospital parking lot I reached over and took her hand in mine, settling them in my lap. She looked over at me a smiled, her shoulders relaxing once we were physically connected.
The silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, but I wanted to hear her voice. “I’m sorry I missed lunch today,” I offered.
She looked at me and mockingly glared. “You could’ve at least called!”
I smiled wider. “Yeah, I got sidetracked. Do you forgive me?” I gave her the puppy dogs eyes.
She shook her head and mumbled what sounded like “Good Lord” before saying out loud, “I suppose. You do have a good excuse.”
“Was that officially our first fight? Or was that this morning? Do we get to make up now?” I waggled my eyebrows at her.
Giggling, she responded, “I think you need to slow down there buddy. You got shot today, remember? And, no offense, but you need a shower.”
Buddy? “I didn’t get shot. My vest got shot, not me. And, yeah, Alcide and I were at the gym when we got the hostage call.”
“Semantics. You. Got. Shot. You were lucky, but YOU got shot.”
I didn’t want to go down this avenue of thought just yet, afraid she would start crying again. We pulled into my driveway and she helped me out of the car.
I had bought this place after I’d made Detective. It was just a small three bedroom ranch, but it was mine. I hated having to share walls with neighbors.
I unlocked the door and we were greeted by Bubba, my hound dog. He had been a K9 drug dog in our department and when it was time for him to retire, I volunteered to take him. He was getting up there in age and sometimes appeared confused, but he deserved a good retirement so I made sure he had what he wanted. He LOVED to chase cats.
Sookie took to him immediately, reaching down to scratch his head and ears and cooing baby talk to him. Based on Bubba’s reaction the feeling was mutual.
I wanted to sit down on the couch and pull her up against me, but I knew I needed to get in the shower.
As I was watching the two new best friends getting acquainted I said, “Make yourself at home. I’m just gonna jump in the shower.”
She looked up at me smiling, “Are you going to be okay on your own? Do you need help?”
I wasn’t sure if she meant in the shower, or just in general. My chest tightened a little bit at the thought she was going to leave once I got in the shower. I involuntarily put my hand to my chest and sucked in some air.
She was in front of my in an instant with her hands fluttering over me, unsure of what she should do. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Uh…” I wanted her to stay. I felt a little guilty at what I was about to do, but…”My chest. I don’t know. I think I’m okay. If you have something you need to do, I understand. I’m sure I’ll be alright.” I gasped again for good measure.
Her eyes widened as she said, “No, I don’t have to leave. Why don’t you sit down for a minute and I’ll go and get your shower started.”
I sat down on a chair in the kitchen looking sheepishly at her, “Thanks.” I was internally high-fiving myself.
She grabbed her cell phone and walked into my bedroom where the master bathroom was located. I heard the water turn on and she was speaking to someone but I couldn’t hear the conversation.
When she walked back into the kitchen she said, “I talked to my boss and took tomorrow off. So, I’m free for the next 3 days,” she finished with a smile.
I forgot, today was Thursday. I wouldn’t have to be back at work until Monday either. Smiling at her I asked, “What are we gonna do for 3 WHOLE days?”
She gave me a pointed look, and said, “The first thing we’re going to do is get you in the shower, so scoot.” She was shooing at me with her hands towards the bedroom.
I slowly stood up and shuffled into my bedroom. I noticed the shirt I had been wearing last night laying on top of my dresser where I had left it. I guess I didn’t need it anymore since I could just pull her close and smell her in person.
I went to reach for it to throw it in the hamper when I felt the strain of moving my arm in my chest. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. “Ahh..” I gritted my teeth at the unexpected pain.
Sookie’s eyebrows furrowed at me and she took the shirt and put it in the hamper. Then she disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the water change from the shower running, to the tub filling. She came back into the bedroom and slid my torn shirt from my shoulders and down my arms.
Well, this was getting interesting. I stood there waiting to see what she was going to do next, trying to keep from grinning like a fool.
She dropped the shirt onto the floor and then she pulled me to the bed where she had me sit down. Kneeling in front of me she removed my boots, one at a time, and then my socks. She stood up and went back into the bathroom. I heard the water being turned off and then she came back to get me.
Pulling me to my feet she led me into the bathroom. She turned to look at me and asked, “Do you need help taking your pants off?”
I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to say. Honestly, I could probably manage it on my own, but I sort of wanted her to do it. But, I also knew that while I wanted nothing more than to be naked with Sookie again, I was sure I wouldn’t be on my A game tonight. My chest really did hurt.
I guess I took too long to answer because her hands went to my belt. She opened the belt and then unbuttoned my pants. She never broke eye contact with me as she slid them down my legs taking my boxer briefs off along with them. She held onto both of my hands as she pulled me towards the tub, not releasing them until I was seated in the water.
She left the bathroom, returning a minute later with a large plastic cup, and proceeded to use it to gently wet my hair. Pouring shampoo into her hands, she massaged it into my scalp and I couldn’t help closing my eyes and sighing at the sensation of her fingers working their way through my hair. It only further reinforced my desire to make her mine.
After rinsing the shampoo from my hair, she lathered her hands with soap and worked her way around the upper half of my body that wasn’t immersed in the water, using a feather light touch over my bruised chest.
When her ministrations had stopped I opened my eyes to see her holding the bar of soap and looking at the lower half of my body in the water. She squared her shoulders and reached into the water, lifting my right leg and running the bar of soap across my skin from my foot up to mid thigh. She repeated her actions on my left leg before finally saying, “Do you need help with the rest?” She had a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
Her hands running up and down my body had caused an obvious reaction from Eric Jr. He was wanting attention from her too, but I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. At least not any more uncomfortable than she already was.
“No, I can finish up.” I tried to keep the grin from my face, but she was too adorable blushing about my erection when she had already been introduced to it intimately last night.
She left a pair of pajama pants on the vanity for me and walked out carrying my dirty clothes with her, closing the door as she left. I stayed in the tub until I could will my erection away, and then finished cleaning up.
After drying off and pulling the pants on I went and found Sookie in the kitchen. She was making a couple of sandwiches, humming what sounded like Elvis’s “Hound Dog” to herself, with Bubba at her heels wanting scraps of lunchmeat. I stood leaning in the doorway just watching her, liking how she looked at home here.
As she turned to carry the plates to the table she finally noticed me. She smiled while looking into my eyes, but when her eyes travelled to the bruise on my chest her smile faltered some.
I should have put on a shirt.
Sitting down she said, “I made us some sandwiches. I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I figured since this is your house I couldn’t go wrong.”
I sat down across from her smiling. “This isn’t what I meant when I said I would treat you to lunch, but considering it’s already way past dinner time I can say this doesn’t count.”
We ate in silence and once we were done she grabbed both plates, putting them in the sink.
Turning she asked, “Eric, do you want me to stay with you tonight?” She seemed hesitant.
Stay? Hell, I wanted her to move in. “I’d like for you to stay, but if you’re uncomfortable with that I would understand.” Please please please say you’ll stay.
Another blush colored her cheeks and she replied, “I don’t mind staying. Can I borrow one of your t-shirts to change into?”
Inside I was doing a happy dance. “Help yourself to whatever you find. I’m going to let Bubba out and then we can get some sleep.” It was already after 11, and I was starting to feel the effects of the long day.
She disappeared into the bedroom while I let Bubba out. Once he came back in, I went around the house making sure everything was locked. When I walked into the bedroom she was standing there wearing one of my black t-shirts with S.W.A.T. on the back. It was long enough to be a dress on her.
I didn’t expect seeing her in my clothes would be such a big turn on but it was. My inner caveman was jumping around beating his chest.
We both stood there just staring at each other with the bed in between us. Finally I climbed in and pulled the covers down on the opposite side of the bed. “We’ll just sleep Sookie.”
She nodded and got into the bed. I turned out the lights and reached over, pulling her up against my side like I had wanted to do earlier. She felt so right. I wrapped my arm around her waist and she put her head on my shoulder and her leg across mine. I turned to face her and brushed my lips across hers whispering, “Thank you Sookie, for everything.” I watched as her eyes filled with unshed tears. She nodded and closed her eyes, pulling herself tighter against me.
As I listened to the sound of her breathing I slowly trailed my fingers up and down her spine. Since she was laying up against my side I could feel her nipples begin to harden, and breaths became more shallow. She let her hand drift further down to just below my navel, tracing an imaginary pattern across my skin. Eric Jr. noticed.
“What are you thinking?” I asked her. I had to know.
“A little bit of everything I guess. Mostly I’m just thinking how lucky I am to be here with you. I…”
She hesitated for a moment and I took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss her again. It started slow and loving, but the longer I kissed her the more I wanted and judging by the moans and whimpers coming from Sookie she wanted more too.
My hands started rubbing all over her body wanting to touch every inch of her. It was when I attempted to turn on my side to face her that the pain in my chest made itself known again. “Ahhh…shit.”
“Are you okay?” she gasped, immediately stilling her body.
“Yes,” although it sounded more like a question than a fact. I could tell from the look on her face that she wasn’t buying it.
“You’re hurt Eric. It’s okay, we can just snuggle.”
But I want to do MORE than snuggle. “I REALLY want to do more, but it does sort of hurt if I move around too much,” I admitted.
She got a glint in her eye and said, “Lie back, ” as her hand glided down my stomach, pulling the front of my pajama pants down and wrapping her fingers around my shaft.
“Oh…God…” Her hand was so soft and warm. She could barely close her fingers all the way around but she made do by twisting her hand as she stroked up and down my length. She carefully manuevered around my body settling between my legs and licked me from the base to tip before enclosing her mouth around the tip. She continued to stroke me while working as much of me into her mouth as she could get, swirling her tongue as she went. It wasn’t very long before I could feel myself swelling more with my impending release and I tried to warn her.
“Sookie…if you…don’t…I’m about…” She just increased her pace, moaning while she did so and I exploded down her throat. She swallowed everything out of me, lingering for a moment to make sure she got it all. God, she’s perfect.
She finished by kissing the very tip of me before climbing back into her original spot snuggled against my side. “Are you okay?” she giggled.
“Uh huh.” My brain was frazzled. I pulled her tighter around me saying, “That was incredible, but what about you? I’m more of a giver than a taker.”
She giggled again replying, “You gave me plenty yesterday. If it’ll make you feel better, you can owe me.”
The last thing I remembered was mumbling, “Definitely Lover, I owe you” before I fell asleep.