Runway: Chapter 20
A/N: pacificbuety was kind enough to share with me that she pictured Gabriel Aubrey as Eric in this story. I looked him up, and all I can say is if you haven’t seen him yet, good luck keeping the drool in your mouth. And if you have, then you understand why I am now completely infatuated with the man. He makes a lovely Eric. Thank you, pacificbuety.
I took a quick shower and changed into jeans and a cuter top. Then I took the bottle of champagne from the fridge. I had done an excellent job of avoiding it since I’d bought it thinking we’d use it to celebrate Eric’s buying the house on Virginia Road. Tonight we’d toast to Pam’s move into her new home.
I drove up to Los Feliz Boulevard and went into Louise’s to order some food. I got a chopped salad and a couple of pasta dishes and headed back down to Lafayette Square, feeling really good for the first time in months. I had a chance at a new start with Eric and I was determined not to blow it this time.
Pam’s door was open, so I went into the kitchen with the sack of food and champagne. Pam was drying a plate. Lafayette came in wiggling and kissing.
“Oh, good, you’re here. I found us some dishes. I’m starving,” Pam said.
I started to take the food out of the bag and set it on the kitchen counter. Pam called out, “Eric, Sookie’s here,” as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Then she turned to me and explained, “He’s hanging a mirror in the bedroom.”
“Oh, hi, you’re back,” he said as he entered the kitchen. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and picked up the champagne bottle. “Excellent! We have a lot to celebrate.”
We filled our plates and took them along with our glasses of champagne into the living room and sat to eat.
I raised my glass and said, “To Pam’s new home.”
Eric added, “And to new beginnings.”
We all smiled and took a sip and then dug into the food.
After dinner, I worked in the kitchen, putting shelf paper in the cabinets and unpacking and washing dishes.
Pam worked on organizing her closet and Eric set her computer up in her office—the second bedroom.
I was hanging the coffee mugs on little hooks inside a cabinet when Eric came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He nuzzled into my hair and said, “I’m kind of at a stopping point. How about you?”
I set the cup I was holding on the counter so I wouldn’t drop it. I wondered if my knees would buckle. It was hard to stay in control with Eric up against my body like that.
“Uh, yeah, let me just finish putting these cups away.” I made no attempt at putting the cups away. Eric pushed my hair back and kissed my neck. I became a puddle of mush.
I turned my face towards him a little and his kisses found my cheek, my temple, my hairline. I closed my eyes, wishing for the moment to never end.
Pam’s voice startled us from behind Eric and he stopped kissing me. “I hate to kick you guys out of here, but I’m really beat. I need to go to bed.”
Eric stepped back and I continued hanging the cups, saying, “Okay. I’m done here,” as I finished.
We said our good nights to Pam and she thanked us for our help. Lafayette, Eric and I went into the main house and Eric asked, “Chamomile tea?” as we walked into the kitchen.
“Sure.” I smiled, thinking of the night in New York when he’d warmed me up with the same thing.
When we both had our cups filled with tea and Lafayette’s water bowl had been refilled, Eric led me through the dining room and up the stairs. He turned out lights as we went through each room. I wondered if that meant I was staying and I felt a little shiver run up my spine at the prospect of a night in Eric’s arms.
I thought we were going to his bedroom until he turned and headed for the terrace. We each took a chair and set our cups on the table. Lafayette lay down underneath the table.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” Eric said.
“So am I.”
“So, tell me about your skills with a paint brush. How about power tools?”
I smiled. “I probably have a lot to learn.”
“Oh, good. I have a lot to teach you then.”
We sipped our tea and talked about the house and Eric’s plans for it. He said he’d bought some books about craftsman style and decorating and asked me if I’d help him pick out colors for each room. I couldn’t wait to help even though I wasn’t so certain of my abilities, but Eric said we’d learn together.
When we’d finished our tea, Eric took my hand and pulled me first to stand and then to sit in his lap. I curled into his arms and rested my head on his shoulder.
Eric whispered, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I missed you too. I’m so sorry I screwed everything up.”
“It’s okay, sweetie. That part’s over. You’re here now. That’s what matters. We have another chance.”
I sat back and looked into Eric’s eyes and said, “In case I do something else really stupid, I just want you to know that I love you. No matter what happens, you should know that.”
He touched my lips with a finger, and I went on, “I knew that I did before but I didn’t say it, and I should have.”
He smiled and nodded and as he leaned in to kiss me, he said, “I love you, too.”
The kiss was warm and soft. His tongue brushed against my lips and I parted them for him. We weren’t in a hurry and I felt like we were handling each other as if we were made of glass.
When Eric broke the kiss, he whispered, “Will you stay with me tonight?”
I answered him with a “mmm, hmm.”
“We’re going to take it slow this time. Be more careful.”
“We seemed to do everything backwards before—kissing before our first date.”
“We did much more than kiss before our first date.”
“True. That was my fault. I made a lot of mistakes with us, and I very well might make some more, but hang in there with me, okay?”
“We’ll figure it out together this time.”
Lafayette interrupted us with an odd sound from beneath the table. I asked Eric, “Was that a snore?”
“No, I’m sorry to say. He farted. I changed his food, which may have been a mistake considering the night I was hoping for with you here. Sorry about that, but I promise, it wasn’t me.”
“That’s okay. I can’t tell the difference.”
Eric looked at me with an expression of slight horror before I quickly continued, “I mean, I can’t tell the difference between a fart and a snore from the dog. That’s what I meant. Not that I couldn’t tell the difference between you and the dog.”
We both started laughing and then when Lafayette made yet another little sound, we really lost it and were soon unable to speak we were laughing so hard.
When we finally calmed down, Eric said, “I’m sorry about that. Lafayette would apologize if he could.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s great, actually. If either of us has any trouble…you know…because we ‘changed our food,’ we can always blame it on the dog. It’s perfect, really.”
“Well, I should take him downstairs and make him go out again before bed.” I stood up and Eric stood and picked up our empty cups.
“Would you mind bringing my purse up? I left it in the kitchen.”
“Sure, I’ll get it.”
Eric and Lafayette headed down the stairs and I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Eric handed me my purse and I explained, “I brought my little travel toothbrush—feeling very optimistic.”
He pulled me to him and gave my butt a squeeze while nipping on the skin of my neck and saying, “Hurry, okay?”
I broke away reluctantly and went back into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. When I came out, Eric passed me wearing some gray sleep pants and nothing else. I heard him brushing his teeth in the bathroom and I started undressing, folding my clothes and placing them on the dresser.
Lafayette watched me from his bed on the floor.
I noticed Eric’s bed had been made. I pulled the covers back and slipped between the sheets quite naked and quite excited about what might be next on our agenda.
When Eric came out and pulled the covers back a little, he looked at me and smiled, saying, “Oh, I think I’m over-dressed.”
“I can help you there,” I replied and untied the drawstring of his pants. I gave them a little tug and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and tossed them onto the foot of the bed as he climbed in with me, extremely excited about the rest of the evening as well. There was no mistaking his…um…excitement.
“Would you like the light off?” he asked as he took me in his arms.
I inhaled at the sensation of skin on skin. “No.”
His mouth was on mine and our tongues met. I put a hand between us and took hold of what I wanted. I trembled in anticipation of what would soon be happening.
He broke the kiss and asked, “Are you cold?”
“No. I just want you.”
He just looked into my eyes and said, “God,” before kissing me again. This time, the kiss was more urgent and his hands began to explore my body. I felt a finger slip inside me and begin to move in the same rhythm my hand was moving on him.
He kissed down my neck and latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. I was forced to let go of his erection when he scooted down and so I just gripped his hair and held him to my breast. He spent a long time kissing and caressing both of my breasts and his finger never stopped what it was doing. I had begun to move against his hand, feeling my climax well on its way.
Eric licked my stomach and then kept going lower until his tongue touched my clit. I was already so close and with just a few perfect strokes of his tongue, I came hard and loudly, holding onto Eric’s head and pressing myself into his mouth.
With my last little contraction, Eric withdrew his finger and reached beside the bed to the dresser drawer. I watched him pull out a condom and roll it on. A soon as he was all ready, I pushed him onto his back and climbed onto his body.
I looked into his eyes and watched his expression as I raised up on my knees and guided him into me. I began to lower myself down onto him with a slow tortuous rhythm. His eyes clouded over in ecstasy and when he was all the way inside me, he closed his eyes and said, “So fucking good.”
I leaned forward and kissed his mouth and began to ride him. He gripped my hips firmly and just moaned into my mouth. I could feel another orgasm on its way and hoped Eric would join me, but just as I began to climax, he held me still and grabbed my butt a little harder.
In one swift motion, he rolled me onto my back, still inside me. He took my leg and placed it carefully over his shoulder, allowing him to go in even deeper. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
All I could do was grunt in response because my orgasm had begun and I couldn’t speak. I cried out a few times and he held still, all the while looking into my eyes. As my climax wound down, he began to move again and within just a few strokes, he closed his eyes and said a loud, “Fuck,” between gritted teeth as he came.
When Eric opened his eyes again, he smiled down at me, breathing heavily. I lowered my leg that was over his shoulder and he held me close and kissed me, saying, “So perfect, so fucking perfect,” between kisses.
I was still unable to form speech, so just responded with little moans of affirmation. I was drained of every ounce of energy and closed my eyes, relaxing in the exquisite afterglow.
I must have dozed off because suddenly, I felt Eric pulling out. I kind of jumped and I heard Eric chuckle as he got out of the bed and headed into the bathroom. I was trying to think of how to tell him how amazing he was while I waited for him to come back to bed, but that was the last thing I remembered. I fell asleep in Eric’s bed on the first night of what I hoped would be many with the man of my dreams.