After falling in love with Alcide while writing GoGI, I kind of figured I'd write an Alcide/Sookie one-shot for fun, and here it is! Alcide has always been my number two after Eric. But, because Eric is kind of a trump card for any story... well, unless he's gay and I just can't do that... so in this story Eric just doesn't exist. It was the easiest way to do it. This is just a fluffy, All-Human, fun-fest.
This is dedicated to Krismom, Alcide's biggest fan. Well, my Alcide's biggest fan. I only started writing this for her, and she's awesomesauce! I hope you love it sweetie *hugs* Also to ARedheadThing, who is also a huge Alcide fan, but she's stuck with Sam because Krismom won't share. Can't really blame her though; Alcide is a catch.
Big thank you to Galla for beta'ing this for me. You're an effing genius! More thanks to Pix for the same, especially for doing it in pieces as I wrote, and for giving me the idea for a certain car wash scene ;-)
All that said, I hope everyone enjoys!
My Last First Date
"Alcide Herveaux," he introduced himself, extending his hand.
"Sookie Stackhouse," I said shyly, shaking the hand of the giant of a man who'd just bumped into me and subsequently helped me pick up the groceries I was carrying.
"I wish I could say I was sorry for bumping into you, but I don't think I can," he said with a grin that was somehow sweet as well as devilishly sexy.
I know I blushed at that, and tried to figure out how to reply, but he chuckled. It was a deep, rumbling sound, and I enjoyed it immensely.
"What are you doing right now?" he asked after a moment.
I glanced down at the items I was carrying and looked back up and up and up into his amazingly green, amused eyes.
"Shopping…" I said.
"And when you're done?" he smiled.
"Going home to relax on my day off."
"How would you like to go out with me instead?" he asked. "On a date."
"I don't exactly know you, Mr. Herveaux," I said with a charming smile. I was lying. I knew exactly who Alcide Herveaux was; I'd just never met him before.
"That's why I want to take you on a date. I'd like to get to know you, and I'd like you to get to know me."
I stayed silent for a moment longer, wanting to see how much he really wanted to take me out.
"I'd be willing to meet you there if it would make you feel more comfortable," he said.
Surprising. I assumed he would play the everyone-knows-who-I-am card, but he didn't. Very interesting. Still, I wasn't sure I wanted him to come pick me up, considering we'd only just met.
"Just where are you planning to take me?" I asked coyly.
He couldn't suppress a huge grin from forming on his beautiful lips.
"I'd like to take you for dinner and dancing," he said. "There's a great place in Shreveport that has good food and even better salsa music."
"You know where Hummingbird Road is?" I asked.
"Yes, I do."
"I live at the end of it. You can pick me up at six," I said, and began to walk around him.
"I'll be there," he said, his eyes on me, smiling with his happiness.
I finished my shopping with a giddy grin on my face the entire time. I only had to grab a couple more items, and then I paid for them and took them out to my car. My wonderful car… which decided not to start. Frustrated, I got out and opened the hood. Before I could check anything under the hood I heard a loud truck pull up and stop in front of my space. I turned around with a grin.
"Why Mr. Herveaux, are you following me?"
"Please, call me Alcide," he said as he got out of the truck.
"Okay, Alcide it is then," I said with a smile.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked, looking under the hood.
"No idea. It does this from time to time. I'm saving up for a new one."
"How long does it usually take to get it up and running?"
"As long as it takes for my brother to get around to fixing it."
"Well, in that case… I'm no mechanic, so maybe I should give you a ride home while your brother comes out to take care of your car. Let me be clear, though… I really just want to spend more time with you."
"I admire your honesty, Alcide," I said. "And I'd love that ride home."
He was the perfect gentleman, grabbing my bags from my car and loading them into the truck before opening the passenger door and helping me in.
"What kind of music do you like?" he asked.
"What does any born and bred southern belle like?"
"Good country," he said, and turned on the radio. "So you fancy yourself a southern belle?"
"Are you insinuating that I'm not?" I asked, feigning offense.
"Oh, of course not. That would be ungentlemanly of me. Though, I have to admit that I'm not planning on being a perfect gentleman when I dance with you tonight. I won't be able to help myself."
"So long as you promise to be a gentleman before and after the dancing, then I think we'll be just fine."
I loved his light-hearted nature, and I couldn't wait to dance with him. I couldn't sing if my life depended on it, but I loved to dance. Alcide was a tall guy, and I could tell he was rather toned under his clothes, so I couldn't wait to see how he held up on a dance floor.
"Scout's honor," he said, placing his hand over his heart.
I laughed, and then he laughed. It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. A couple of minutes later, he pulled down my road.
"That your house?" he asked as the old two-story came into view.
"Yes it is," I said.
"Looks like a section of it was added on sometime in the last few decades," he observed.
"That your carpenter brain working?" I asked, and he gave me a surprised look. "Oh, come on now, everyone knows who Alcide Herveaux of Herveaux and Sons Construction is."
"You've known who I was this whole time?" he asked, a little put out.
"I didn't recognize you from looking at you, if that's what you mean. It actually took me a few minutes to place the name. I was a little surprised that I was being flirted with by the man who almost knocked me down," I said, pleased when his smile returned.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I meet a lot of girls who are only interested because of how I look, and then they find out my name and are only interested because of how I look and because of how my bank account looks," he said sadly.
"Well, I'm not exactly the fancy type of girl you're probably used to," I confessed. "And I have no right to be judging others on the size of their bank accounts."
"Who said I like the kind of girls I'm used to?" he asked, grinning at me.
"I suppose you'll just have to prove that to me," I said, and he chuckled as he hopped out of the truck and came over to my side to help me down. He reached into the bed and pulled out all of my bags, gesturing that he'd carry them in for me. I unlocked the back door and let him follow me into the kitchen.
"You can set those down on the table," I said.
"Here you go."
"Thank you, kind sir."
"You're welcome, good lady," he said playfully, bowing at me slightly. "I will see you at six o'clock, and I won't be late."
"I look forward to it."
He shot me one last grin, and then he was out the door. After the sound of his truck faded into the distance, I let out the girly squeal I'd been holding in, but just as I was getting to the jumping up and down part, I heard a knock at the door. An urgent one. I calmed myself immediately and went to see who it was.
"Bill, what on earth are you doing here?" I opened the screen door for him, and he came inside quickly.
"Why was Alcide Herveaux here?" he asked, sweating and breathing heavily from the run he'd obviously taken from his house.
"I met him at the grocery store and he gave me a ride when my car broke down, which reminds me, I need to call Jason," I said, heading for the phone.
Jason picked up after a couple of rings, and I told him where my car was. He said he'd take care of it. When I hung up, I remembered that Bill was a guest, so I invited him to the kitchen for some sweet tea.
"So he was just giving you a ride?" he asked as he sat down at the kitchen table, watching me put up groceries.
"Yes, and he also asked me out for dinner and dancing tonight," I informed him.
"Did you say yes?"
"Of course I did; I'm not attached to anyone else," I said, giving him a pointed look.
"Oh come on now, Bill. We've talked about this too much. You and I tried the relationship thing and it didn't work. We're better as friends."
"You can't ever see yourself with me again?" he asked.
"No, and once upon a time, you told me the same thing. You've had a couple of girlfriends since we were together, and you always do this when you break up with one. You just need to find a new girl. Now, there's a new waitress at Merlotte's named Lorena, and I think you two will hit it off. Why don't you go have dinner there tonight?"
"Oh fine," he huffed. "What's this Lorena woman like?"
I smiled and told Bill all about the new waitress as I finished putting things away and started fixing myself lunch. By the time he left, he had a smile on his face, a spring in his step, and a stomach craving Merlotte's food for dinner.
I had a light lunch, cleaned up the house, and then did some gardening before heading in to get ready for my date with Alcide. I took a long, hot shower and shaved all the appropriate parts. I may not be a hussy, but I would be lying if I said I was disinclined to be with Alcide in that way. Who knew? He could very well turn out to be the man of my dreams. Always be prepared, that's what I was taught.
I decided on my dark red sundress, since it would be the most appropriate for salsa dancing, and then I did my hair. I decided on soft waves, leaving it down, and then put on a little bit of makeup—but not too much, since I'd most likely be sweating it all off anyway. By the time I was finished, it was six on the dot, and I heard a knock on the door, which I smiled at. I loved a prompt man.
"You look stunning," he said as his eyes drank me in.
My eyes were doing the same thing. He was wearing a pair of light-colored jeans and a dark blue button down dress shirt; his sleeves were pushed up his arms slightly, and his top couple of buttons were undone.
"You're not so bad yourself," I smirked.
He smiled and handed me a bouquet of white lilies that I hadn't noticed before.
"For the southern belle," he said.
"Thank you. Let me put these in water and grab my purse and I'll be ready to go," I said and returned in three minutes, ready to go on my first date in two years.
Alcide helped me into his truck again, and turned on the country music when we got on the road.
"Were you able to get ahold of your brother to take care of your car?" he asked.
"Yes, he'll have it back to me in the morning."
"Do you like Mexican food?"
"Yes, I do."
"You know, we haven't even gotten through part of the date yet, and I'm already hoping you'll go out on a second one with me," he confessed, and I must say that I believed him. I'd always been good at reading people, and Alcide was being completely honest.
"I may hold out on that judgment for a bit longer…" I teased.
He laughed again. "I suppose I'll just have to charm you until you agree to go out with me again. I'm a patient man, but I don't give up."
"Good to know," I said.
We talked the whole way to Shreveport, mostly about his family and how he liked what he did. I found out that his family was very close, and he had one brother and a sister named Janice. He couldn't say enough good things about her, and I took that as a positive. He respected women. Apparently she owned a beauty shop in Shreveport, and Alcide said he knew she'd love me.
"Now, this is just the first date, and you already want to introduce me to your sister?"
He glanced at me a couple times, and then paused for a moment before answering, "Kinda."
I laughed. "Well, I would love to meet your sister, but who knows… by the end of this night, you may be rushing to drop me off and trying to put me out of your memory."
"I really don't think that's possible," he smiled.
Shortly after that, we arrived at the restaurant, and he came around to help me down from the truck again. We went inside and were seated quickly. I got the feeling that it wasn't because of who Alcide was, but simply because the restaurant staff was efficient.
We sat down and ordered our drinks. I thought about ordering something alcoholic, but decided against it. One would turn into many, and I had a feeling I'd want to remember the whole night and not worry that I'd done anything under the influence. A few minutes later, we both ordered our food, and then we started talking again.
"So we talked about me and my family the whole way here; now let's hear about you," he said.
"There's not much to tell. I work as a waitress at Merlotte's, and to make extra money, I bake for people."
"What kinds of things do you bake?"
"All sorts of things. My Gran, who passed two years ago, taught me everything," I said.
"I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother," he said sincerely.
"Thank you. She was a great woman. Raised me and my brother since I was eight after our parents died in a car accident."
"I'm sorry to hear about that, too. You've experienced a lot of loss in your life," he said, his brow furrowed.
"I have, but I don't look at it as a negative. I know my parents and my Gran loved me. I have a roof over my head, a car that works sometimes, a job that lets me be around people, and another job that lets me do something I love. I can't afford much, but I'm happy with what I have. I'm healthy. There's not really much more to ask for."
"What about love?" he asked.
"When it comes, I'll accept it with open arms, and I'm perfectly willing to wait for it," I said, and he smiled.
"So, tell me about this baking business," he said.
"It started as a favor for a woman I work with. She needed a birthday cake for her son, and forgot to order one from the store. I offered to bake it for her, and it was a hit. People around here have always loved my family's baked goods, and I finally figured out that they're willing to pay for them. I make the most famous sheet cake in five parishes."
"Oh really? What makes is so famous?"
"Have you ever heard of a Texas sheet cake?" I asked.
"That's the really moist chocolate one, right?"
I nodded. "Yes, my grandmother had a variation on that recipe, and it's even better. It's the thing I get the most requests for. I might have to make one just so you can try it."
"I think I'd like that."
"The holidays are really fun. Sam, my boss, gives me a couple weeks off work, and I get to stay home and make goodies. The folks around town spread the word, and I get all kinds of orders. This last year I got three here in Shreveport. I know that's nothing special, but knowing people are enjoying something I put time, effort, and love into is a great feeling."
"You know, my mother always gets those store-bought cookies and treats for the holidays. She even sends them out to our clients," he laughed. "I'll bet you anything she'd love to be able to send them something homemade."
"I suppose I'll have to give her my number," I smiled.
"I think you'd better give me your number first. I know where you live; it's only right that I have your phone number too," he smirked.
"I'll think about that."
Our food came then, and as we ate, we talked about all sorts of things. He asked me more about me, and I was very pleased about that. I'm not a narcissist, but I'd never had a guy actually be interested in what I had to say about myself. We talked about movies and books, and what we liked to do in our spare time. It was wonderful.
When we finished eating, Alcide paid the bill and then stood up and offered me his hand.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
I placed my small hand in his large one, and stood up.
"I would love to."
The dance floor was packed, and the music was loud. Alcide let me lead him to a good spot in the crowd, and then I turned to face him.
"Are you sure you can dance?" I asked loudly, trying to make my voice carry over the music. He didn't answer me, though; he simply smirked as one of his huge hands went to my waist and pulled me flush against him as the other grasped my hand. I took a breath and grinned as he started to move.
For his size, Alcide was an amazing salsa dancer. He could spin me and dip me, and he even lifted me a couple of times. I felt like we were the only two dancers on the floor; that's how captivated he had me. It was like the music was pumping through my veins, and I let go. I let myself feel loose and free and fun. I forgot about everything else in my life and lived purely in that moment. It was fantastic.
I'm not sure how many fast songs we danced to, because they all seemed to merge into one really long song, but suddenly the music slowed way down. We both stopped moving for a few moments, and I stared into his eyes as he pulled me against him once more.
We were both still breathing heavily as we moved together, and I could smell the spiciness of our meal on his breath. It was mixed with the smell of his soap and his sweat. It all combined into one amazing smell that I never wanted to forget.
He began to move in time to the music, and I moved with him. His strong hands and arms manipulated my body when he bent me backwards, and he took the opportunity to place a kiss on my extended neck that left my skin burning and forced an unintentional moan from my throat. Then I was flush against him once more, moving back when he moved forward. I ground my hips into him and smirked when he hitched my leg up around his outer thigh in response. I was very pleased with the groan that came from him when that happened. I was also pleased with the excitement I felt when it happened.
We both stopped moving at that moment, our lips only a few inches apart. He began to lean down, but before our lips could touch, something caught his eye, and he pulled back with a look of annoyance on his face.
"Dammit," he muttered, and looked down at me urgently. "We have to go, okay?"
"I'll explain in a second," he said, and took my hand and led me off the dance floor and out the front door. I was internally grateful that I'd forgotten my purse in his truck. He was still a perfect gentleman, and helped me into the passenger side before running around and hopping in. He started up the truck and before I knew it, we were on the highway again.
I just stared at him, still breathing heavily from the dancing and the almost-kiss as well as the quick departure, and waiting for an explanation.
"I'm so sorry, Sookie. I spotted my ex-girlfriend in there, and I didn't want her to ruin our night. She's kind of crazy. I guess there's no kind of to it; she's nuts. She's engaged to another guy, and every time she sees me she still tries to get with me. And if I'm with a girl… I just don't want her to scare you off," he said nervously.
Now, any average girl would assume that his explanation was a cover-up, and that he was actually cheating on his girlfriend, "the psycho," and had to get out of there before she spotted him. But I remembered the look in his eyes when he spotted her. It was annoyance, not fear.
"I want to kiss you," I said, my breathing finally returning to normal.
He glanced at me a couple of times, perhaps to see if I was serious, and then he smoothly pulled into an automatic car wash. I stared at him as he put some money into the machine and distractedly pushed a button. He rolled up his window, and I rolled up mine, and then he inched in until the light turned red. Fortunately, my light had just turned green. I watched as he put the truck in park, and then he took off his seatbelt. I did the same, and just as the water hit the truck, we attacked each other.
My hands were in his hair, and his immediately went to my waist, pulling me close. His lips were very skilled, as was his tongue. Before I knew it, I was straddling him in the driver's seat and feeling very thankful that he had long legs, so the seat was pushed back all the way. I moaned when his hands gripped my butt (outside the dress, thank you very much) and pulled me as close to him as I could get.
We kept kissing, sucking mindlessly on each other's tongues until I thought he'd swallow me whole. I had never been kissed with so much heat, so much passion. I was on fire, and nowhere near ready for it to be put out.
Just as we were beginning to grind against each other, a car horn honked loudly, and we broke apart, both of us cursing under our breaths. I was still on his lap when the honk came again. I groaned and sat back in the passenger seat. Alcide put the truck in drive and pulled us out of the car wash and back onto the highway.
We were both out of breath again, and I wasn't sure what to say. "Hey, thanks for the amazing kiss. I think I need to change my panties now." Yeah, not going to happen. Thankfully, his brain seemed to be working better than mine.
"How about some ice cream?" he asked.
"That sounds great," I said, and rolled down my window to let the warm night air into the cab. It didn't thin out the sexual tension between us, but it helped my breathing get back to normal.
A few minutes later, we pulled into a Coldstone's ice cream shop. Once more, Alcide helped me out of the truck, but this time he took my hand after shutting the door. I smiled and laced our fingers together as we walked into the shop. We both got our ice cream in a waffle cone, and I couldn't help but laugh as we sat down outside to eat it.
"What?" he asked.
"I think you have every candy known to man in that cone," I said.
"Says the girl who could have had anything put in her ice cream and just chose mint chocolate chip," he teased.
"What can I say? I'm easy to please," I said, allowing the heat from earlier back into my voice. He gave me a heated look through his smile, and then chuckled as he went back to his ice cream.
After we finished the treat, which cooled my physical temperature, but not my mental one, Alcide threw our trash out and we got back into the truck.
"I suppose I'd better take you home," he said in a disappointed voice.
"Then I should tell you what my judgment is," I smiled, and he looked confused. "On that second date," I clarified.
"Do tell," he smiled.
"If the offer is still on the table, then yes, I'd love a second date with you."
"It is most definitely still on the table, but I may want to renegotiate and make that second date offer into a second, third, and fourth date bundle." He was smirking again.
"Ambitious, are you?"
"All it takes is two to fall in love with me, so why not go for four and make sure you'll never want to be without me?"
I laughed long and hard at that, and thankfully, he understood that I wasn't poking fun and laughed with me.
"I think I'll have to take a gamble and accept the offer," I said.
"I knew I had you pegged for a risk taker, despite your safe ice cream choices," he said, causing me to laugh again.
On the drive back to my house we talked more, and I found myself thinking about inviting him in for the night. I felt like I was at the end of a two-year dry spell, and it wasn't like we didn't have more dates planned. Alcide was a sincere guy, and I decided that if he tried to keep himself from going in, then that would be my clue. He wanted me; I knew that much from feeling what was in his pants just from our dancing.
True to his word, he was the perfect gentleman, complete with walking me to my door.
"I had a wonderful time tonight," he said. "I don't think I've ever been happier to almost mow someone over in a grocery store."
"Oh, so that happens to you a lot?" I asked sarcastically.
"All the time; you wouldn't even believe it," he laughed.
"I'm glad it did," I said seriously, stepping closer to him, inviting him to kiss me.
He took that invitation very seriously, and a couple seconds later his lips were on mine, pressing gently. His fingers threaded into my hair as he pressed me closer to him while I wrapped my arms around his torso. Before long, his tongue was seeking entrance to my mouth, which I happily gave. I lost track of time as we kissed, and just as I was beginning to feel Señor Rumba again, Alcide pulled away.
"If I we don't stop now, I won't be able to leave," he said breathlessly. "I think I'd better say goodnight."
"What if I don't want us to stop?" I asked.
He looked surprised, but pleased.
"You're not teasing, are you?"
"No, I'm not. I don't mean to seem like a girl who sleeps around a lot. I haven't even been with anyone for two years, and I think if we do four dates it's going to happen anyway. I like you a lot. Nobody's ever made me feel the way you do. So why the heck not?"
He had a small smile on his face that had grown into a large grin.
"Why the heck not, indeed," he said and then captured my lips again.
I reached behind me to turn the knob on the already unlocked door, and we stumbled inside. I tossed my purse in the direction of the living room, and began unbuttoning his shirt as I backed him down the hall towards my bedroom.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked between kisses.
"Yes," I breathed as I undid the last button.
We made it into the bedroom and kicked off our shoes while I got his belt off, and as soon as that was gone, we fell onto the bed and continued kissing.
"Please tell me you have a condom," I moaned out as he kissed and nibbled at the sensitive skin on my neck.
"In my wallet," he confirmed, and my girly parts did a happy dance.
I reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled his wallet out before moving out from under him so I could straddle his waist. He sat up and began kissing and licking my cleavage while I dug through his wallet until I found the square wrapper and tossed the rest.
"There's only one, so we'd better make it count," I said as he unzipped the back of my dress and peeled the straps down my arms. I gathered it into my hands and pulled it off.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world," he said, his eyes drinking me in.
"Oh come on, I need to work out more and bake less," I said with a smile. I was comfortable in my body, and I didn't need to hear that I was perfect.
Alcide actually growled as he grasped my hips and rolled me under him, pressing Mr. Excitement against me.
"No, you don't. I don't see a single thing wrong with your body. You're just how I like a woman," he said.
"And what about you?" I asked, running my hands along his shoulders and down his arms to pull his shirt off. He took his hands out of the sleeves one at a time, and I got a good look at his impressive muscles. There was just enough there for my taste. I didn't like a body-builder type or a guy who looked like he used steroids. Alcide had toned and defined muscles. Like he'd worked hard all his life, not like he went to the gym five times a week, though that was probably the case.
"So what about me?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eye.
"Mmm… I'd say you're just how I like a man, and you're lucky to be the first just-how-I-like-'em I've ever had," I replied in between kissing and nibbling on his neck.
My hands went down to his jeans and unbuttoned them before sliding down the zipper. He groaned when my fingers brushed against his hardness, and then he helped me push the jeans down his hips. He kicked them all the way off, and then rolled us over again so that I was straddling his hips. He had on black boxer-briefs, and the fabric was straining to contain him. I felt like the luckiest girl on the planet, and I hadn't even seen all of him yet.
He sat with his back against the headboard and kissed me as his hands unclasped my bra with a skill that made me pull away and look at him with raised eyebrows.
"What?" he smirked. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out how a bra works."
I pulled the straps down my arms and tossed the article onto the floor. Alcide was staring at my chest like it was water in a desert.
"Still think you're lucky?" I asked, and he only nodded once before attacking my breasts with his hands and mouth. I moaned and threaded my fingers into his hair as he sucked and nibbled on them, and my hips ground rhythmically against his erection. When I was finally able to pull his head away from my chest, I moved down on the bed and pulled his last piece of clothing off. As soon as I saw what was being restrained, I grinned.
"When was the last time you had sex?" I asked as I grasped him in my hand.
"Four months ago," he groaned out and breathed more heavily as I began to stroke him.
"And have you been tested since then?"
"No, but I'll go tomorrow if you want," he said, placing a hand on my wrist to stop me so I would see that he was serious.
"I would appreciate that. But it does mean no oral for you tonight," I smirked, and so did he.
"The last time for you was two years ago, right?" he asked after rolling me under him once again.
"Correct, and yes, I was tested. I'm clean."
"Well, I guess oral's not out of the question for you then," he said heatedly as he kissed me from my collarbone to my navel.
His fingers dipped under the elastic of my underwear and he slowly pulled them off before tossing them over his shoulder as he sat back on his knees to take all of me in. I stared at his face nervously because no matter how comfortable you are with your body, being completely naked in front of someone for the first time is still a nerve-racking moment.
He grinned and touched me with his hand gently. I closed my eyes, and my breathing picked up. The next thing I knew, I was feeling his warm breath against my center and his hair brushing against my thigh. He hitched my thighs up onto his broad shoulders, and in the next second, he was devouring me.
"Ohmygod," I cried out as my head fell back onto my pillow and my hands went into his hair.
He was animalistic with it in a way, growling and relentless. He wasn't just talented with his lips and tongue while kissing, and when he brought his hand into the mix… let's just say I felt myself getting very close in no time at all and pushed his head away from me.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a hazy look in his eyes as he stared into mine.
"Nothing," I said, embarrassed that I was about to explain what I was about to explain. "I'm just very close, and the only way I've ever been able to… you know… during, is if I'm already close first."
He continued to stare at me, and then he said, "I think you underestimate my abilities," before going right back to it with even more drive. I came moments later, moaning in pleasure.
Alcide sat up and licked his lips before wiping his mouth and chin off on the back of his hand.
"You are exquisite," he said, and I could only nod. When he finally broke from my gaze, he began looking around the bed for something. "Where's the condom?"
"Oh, um… I just had it," I mumbled and began to look with him. He ended up finding it under one of the pillows and let out a triumphant "Aha!" when he did, which made me laugh.
"Where were we?" he asked after he rolled it on and found his place above me again.
"I believe you were just going to show me some of those underestimated abilities," I answered.
"You still sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"I'm positive," I said, and then he kissed me.
I felt him reach down and position himself before he slowly pushed in. He kept his mouth on my neck as he worked deeper and deeper, and I found my hips working in time with his. I was being stretched further than I'd even been, but it was so freaking good. He let out a groan when he filled me completely, and I began to move my hips against him, desperate for some friction.
"Gimme a second," he whispered in my ear, placing a stilling hand on my hip. "I've been in a constant state of arousal all night; I don't want to act like a teenager here."
I stopped moving and kissed him. It took him a minute or so, but he finally began moving his hips slowly. Our breathing picked up speed, and when he finally started to thrust, I moved my hips to meet him. He was hitting spots in me that I wasn't aware I had. I cried out a little with every forward thrust, lost in the building sensations I was feeling. We kept at it just like that for a bit, and then he surprised me by getting up on his knees.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he grabbed a couple of my pillows.
"Showing you my abilities," he said, smirking as he stuffed the pillows under my elevated butt.
When he got me to the right height, he grasped my hips and started thrusting again. The new angle was heaven, and for the first time ever, I felt myself climbing the ladder to ecstasy without being on the edge already. One of his Alcide's hands went up to my breasts and began pinching and tweaking my nipples, and I began to climb higher.
"Oh god," I moaned when he took that hand back down and used it to rub my clit.
Three more strong thrusts and I was done for. I screamed as I came, and my whole body stiffened. Alcide kept going, and a handful of thrusts later, he was doing some screaming of his own, only it was more like a large animal growling. It was my new favorite sound.
We stayed clenched for a few seconds, and then he pulled out and removed the pillows from underneath me. I watched him look around for a second, presumably searching for a box of tissues or something, and then he got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He returned condom-free and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Feeling cocky?" I asked as he climbed back onto the bed.
"Yes," he answered honestly, causing me to laugh.
"I suppose you do have good reason."
He chuckled and grabbed one of the pillows to put under his head.
"So tell me… why two years?" he asked.
"Oh, we're on pillow talk now? I need a blanket for this," I said, and sat up to pull the one I kept at the end of the bed up onto us. "Two years… I just didn't meet anyone special, I suppose."
"How many boyfriends have you had?" he asked, and put his hand on my hip under the blanket.
"Two," I answered. "Do you want to hear about them?"
"Yes," he said.
"You men, always wanting to know the competition," I laughed.
"They're not competition anymore; I just want to know how stupid they were to have let you get away, and it's always good to hear about how bad they were in bed."
I smiled. "The first was John Quinn. Quinn's a good guy, and he did pretty well in bed. It was never mind-blowing or fantastic or anything, but I was almost always satisfied."
"He was the first?"
"Yes. We were together for almost a year, but he had to move out of state for his job, and didn't ask me to go with him. I wouldn't have if he'd asked. We just didn't really love each other."
"Who was the second?"
"Bill Compton, my neighbor. He lives just across the graveyard."
"Still?" he asked, pulling my hip closer.
"Yes, still, but don't worry."
"I'm not worried. What happened with him?"
"We met about four years ago when he moved here. He was so different from the guys around town. Very much a southern gentleman. We were friends for a while before he asked me on a date, and then we were together until two years ago."
"And how was he in bed?" he asked.
"He was wonderful," I said honestly. Alcide looked at me skeptically. "He was! He was caring and attentive, the first to make me… you know… during."
"Then what happened?"
"Once the newness wore off on the dating part of our relationship, we began having sex, and when the newness of that wore off, we grew apart. After a while, we both realized that we were really just sleeping together, and decided that we were better as friends."
"Nope, I don't really mind the idea of friends with benefits, but it's not for me. I can't have sex without feelings."
"Interesting," he said.
"Okay, now what about you?"
"Yes, I've told you about my past boyfriends, and I want to know about yours. Who was Miss-Four-Months-Ago?" I asked with a teasing grin.
"It was Debbie," he said, and he wasn't smiling.
"The ex that was at the restaurant tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm not proud of it, but I hadn't had sex for about eight months at that point, and she told me she'd broken up with her boyfriend when they'd actually just gotten engaged. She's a vile, pathetic, cruel person."
"Why were you ever with someone like that?"
"We've kind of had this ridiculous on and off, soap opera drama type relationship for the better part of the last ten years. It's not a healthy relationship by any means, and it never was. We'd be very happy for a while and then ready to kill each other, so we'd break up, but as soon as one of us got lonely, we'd be together again. I ended it for good just over a year ago because I finally realized how bad she was for me, and she immediately started dating the guy she's engaged to now."
"So why the relapse?" I asked. I was running my hand over his chest and neck while he spoke, which he seemed to like.
"It was a moment of drunken weakness. I was holding up pretty well because I knew she had a boyfriend, but when she told me they'd broken up, I gave in. I should have known she was lying. Found out the next day that they were actually engaged and told her to lose my number. Been avoiding her ever since."
"Who came before and in between?" I asked, attempting to get off the subject of vile Debbie.
"Only one before, Maria, and it was just a high school thing. Broke up when college came around, and haven't heard anything from her since. There were three in between, and they were all very brief relationships, screwed up when Debbie would come back into the picture."
"And now me," I said.
"Yes, and I hope I'm not to being too earnest in saying that I look forward to you and I lasting a long time," he said, his grin returning with a vengeance.
"You're not being too earnest," I smiled. "And I hope I don't come off as some kind of easy hussy for sleeping with you on the first date."
"I don't think I could ever think of you that way," he said sweetly, and then pressed his lips gently to mine. I wanted to kiss him harder, with more passion, but we only had the one condom. I'd have to swing by the store again tomorrow.
We kissed like that for a while longer, but both of us began to get sleepy.
"I should probably go home," Alcide said sleepily. I was lying with my head on his chest and my arm across his waist.
"Mmm," I agreed, my eyes closing.
It probably wasn't right for him to be sleeping over just yet, but it probably also wasn't right for us to have had sex yet, so I figured I could have a pass this time.
Neither one of us spoke again for the rest of the night, and in the morning I woke up to a man spooned up behind me and an erection pressed into my backside. Carefully, I slipped out of bed and into the shower. In all the excitement, I'd forgotten to set my alarm clock, and if I was going to be late if I didn't get a move on. A minute into my shower, I was joined by said man and his erection, and my plans of getting to work on time flew out the window. One hand job apiece and an actual shower later, I was rushing around trying to get ready.
Alcide dressed in his clothes from the night before and wandered off to the kitchen. A few minutes later, I smelled coffee.
"Bless you," I said as I poured myself a cup.
"You know, it's a good thing I stayed," he said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
"You mean other than because you make coffee in the morning?"
He chuckled, "Yes. Also because your brother still hasn't brought your car, and you're going to need a ride to work. If I'm lucky, you'll also need a ride home."
I took another sip of coffee. I hadn't been thinking about my car. Apparently I didn't respond soon enough, because his grip on me loosened.
"Unless you don't want to see me again tonight," he said.
I set the cup down and turned around to face him.
"Of course I do. I'd love for you to give me a ride to work, and if my brother doesn't bring me my car, then I'd love a ride home as well."
"I think you'd better give me your phone number then," he smiled, and then he kissed me.
"Only if you give me yours," I answered, and pulled him towards the door.
So what did everyone think?
If y'all like it, I may add a few more chapters, probably no more than five or so, but I have a couple more ideas in my head for these two :)