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Note: A totally frivolous aside from "I Have Gone Out." Fits in after chapter 9. You know that part where Eric goes all human on Sookie's lawn? Right. Thanks to nycsnowbird for the beta.
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A Matter of Fit
I'd almost forgotten that everything, everything, with Eric is a fight for dominance.
"I told you, we have to do this quick," I reminded him. "You're going to change back soon. Then it's daylight and lights out."
He frowned at the apparent contradiction. "You are trying to distract me," he accused.
"Eric! Stop. I'm not ready and I told you, it's not all going to fit!" Back pressed against the kitchen counter, I gritted my teeth and shoved at Eric's chest, trying to gain a little leverage.
But I had a very determined Viking on my hands. "But lover, you haven't even let me try."
"You can't try to do it all at once like that," I insisted, putting my hand over his and letting my fingernails dig in just a little. "It just doesn't work that way. It's too much."
"I think I know how much is too much," Eric said in my ear.
Nice try, buddy-boy. "Why don't you just watch me?" I offered.
"But this may be my only chance as a human man," Eric countered. "It is not very kind to deny me the experience."
I stood on my tip toes and planted a quick kiss on his lips. On our personal a scale of one to shower, it was probably only a three. But we were only pre-heating now. Just warming up. "Why don't you just sit back down," I said, shoving him toward a kitchen chair. "I'll show you how it's done. Then you can try."
I made quick work of it. This was my territory after all. "You don't want any dry spots," I cautioned. My hands knew the familiar motions. "It's all in the wrist." A few times, slowly, around the edges. Then quicker. "Don't over do it."
I looked at Eric to make sure he was paying attention. His eyes were locked on my hands.
Figure-eights. "But you have to be thorough," I told him.
"Then a little at a time," I cautioned. "Slowly." Steam rose in front of my eyes. Eric didn't break his stare.
Judging the lesson complete enough, I licked my fingers and grinned at him.
"Now what?" He asked.
"We wait for the red light," I instructed.
"Yes." I agreed.
"Then it's my turn?"
"Then it's your turn."
Eric looked about as eager as I'd ever seen him, strutting over to take what he clearly thought of as his rightful place by the counter. He poked at the appliance experimentally, inspecting my work.
Watching him, I couldn't suppress a laugh.
"What is funny?"
"You're human for one day out of a thousand years," I said. "And you want to make waffles."
Humor lost on him, Eric considered the waffle iron. "I still think it all would have fit."