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Eve had once helped James shave. She had joked that he was putting his life in her hands. It was probably the closest James had ever come to completely trusting her.


Eve pretended that shooting him hadn't bothered her, but it shook her to her core. All those weeks she had thought he was dead...she went around doubting herself, hating herself. She had killed before; it was a job requirement at MI6. But killing a co-worker, and a person at times she could even call a friend, was vastly different. Even when she found out he was alive, she couldn't shake the negative feeling she had about fieldwork.


So she became a secretary. It was good work, with good pay and benefits. She liked M, liked Q, like the field agents...especially Bond.


It started out as flirting- doesn't it always? Quips and jokes and sexual tension. Then it became quickies in hotel rooms. Then overnight bouts of sex in her flat.


She would never call them boyfriend and girlfriend- it was sex. They respected each other, liked each other, could talk to each other. But it wasn't a relationship.


When she finally confessed to Q what was going on, she phrased it as “friends with benefits”. Q had simply stared at her with a raised eyebrow. She knew what he was thinking- that it sounded like she was in love with 007, and he was...well, he was 007. Love wasn't a option for him.

She didn't mean to get pregnant. It wasn't anything planned, or even anything she had thought about seriously. She liked being able to play the field- she dated when she wanted, when she wanted. Casual sex was par for the course. She had always been careful. But she forgot to go get her shot and then...she was staring at the lines on a pregnancy test.


She remembered throwing the test in the garbage and screaming her head off in despair. She knew it was Bond's, because she hadn't had sex with another man in months. Bond was away on a mission and she found herself in a huge mess.


She almost went and had an abortion several times. But her Catholic guilt, long stowed away and forgotten about, reared its ugly head. She couldn't do it. And as the days went by, she became more and more attached to her unborn baby. She decided to keep it.


When Bond came back from his mission, she gritted her teeth and told him. She explained all she wanted from him was a fair amount of child support- after all, a secretary's salary only goes so far. He didn't have to see her or the baby if he didn't want to, she said.


She had never seen Bond speechless, but he was. He seemed so thrown off balance that he just keep nodding, agreeing to all of her terms. She saw him only a couple more times during her pregnancy, since he was on some mission in Africa. He always treated her with the utmost respect and courtesy- asking her if she needed anything, if she needed help with doctor's bills. She was rather impressed with this more mature side of James.


He was still out of the country when Christina was born. With the help of her mum, Eve set up the nursery and adjusted to life as a mother. When she returned to work, no one asked about who the father was or where he was. Everyone just assumed Christina was the by product of one of Eve's many one-night stands.


Q knew, of course, and he must have been the one to tell Bond that the baby had been born. That was her only explanation when she opened the door one night several weeks after Christina's birth and saw Bond standing there.


I thought you were in Africa,” she said stupidly, feeling severely undressed in her night robe. James of course, looked good enough to eat in his suit.


I just got back. May I see her?”


Eve's brow furrowed in surprise. “Sure. Come in.” She led him down the hall to the baby's room. “She's sleeping but-,” she was surprised when he thrust a yellow blanket in her arms. “Um...”


I wasn't sure what to get. I bought it before I came over. Q suggested yellow.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.


She'll love it.” She tiptoed in the nursery. “Here she is. I named her Christina Eve Moneypenny.” She hadn't put Bond on the birth certificate- easier to keep it a secret that way.


He examined Christina carefully. She was so small, so delicate. She looked so much like Eve it made him smile.


The smile made Eve draw in a sharp breath. It was a smile tinged with interest, amusement and something like...pride.


Eve and James went back to their old ways that night. He would come over now and again and they would have sex. He would spend time doting on Christina and bring her elaborate and expensive gifts. When he would go away on a mission, she wouldn't hear from him for several months. During that time, she knew he was screwing other women. And thought it hurt her heart, she knew she had to move on. She couldn't keep her heart locked up in a man that couldn't love her back.


So she dated, too. She tried to tell herself that James was only Christina's father, nothing more. She dated nice guys, guys with good jobs and houses. Guys that her mother loved, guys that could provide her with a stable life. But she couldn't ever really fall in love. Every time James showed back up, she fell right back in bed with him.



Have you missed me?” those blue eyes would never stop making her weak in the knees.


Hardly,” she rolled her eyes, giving him a kiss. “But I'm glad you came.” She was happy she was wearing her tightest dress and highest red high heels. He looked over her appreciatively.


You look amazing.” He pulled her next to his body and his muscles felt even harder than usual. His hand reached down to grope her ass.


None of that.” She shook a finger at him. “Christina is here.”


Good. I brought her something. It's in the hallway.”


Christina!” Eve yelled. “Come in here, love.”


She watched as Christina ran into the room and straight into his arms. James exclaimed over how beautiful her dress was, twirling her around. Eve's chest felt heavy. James' charm was like a drug for all women, his daughter not excluded. Christina lived for his visits.


James scooped her up and left the kitchen. She heard them out in the hallway, chattering over the large dollhouse he had brought her. It was always gifts- expensive toys, dresses, games. He paid for the prestigious preschool she was attending. She let them have their time- after all, she had Christina all the time and Christina had her father around so rarely.


A while later, the nanny showed up (the actual nanny, not Q, who liked to boast that he was the most responsible babysitter for Christina, since he could give her mini science lessons). Eve and Bond exchanged a knowing look and Eve quickly arranged for the nanny to take Christina for the night. This was always the plan, and finally they were alone.


She didn't know how he always made her come. Something he did with his fingers. Or maybe it was the words he always mumbled against her skin when he was kissing his way down her body. Or maybe it was the way he moved when he was inside her. Whatever it was, it always worked.


After two rounds, they lay in bed, drinking together. He never talked about his missions. Sometimes he would complain about politics or the latest gadget Q had supplied him with. She told him all about Christina's school and how she had learned the alphabet.


She didn't like to think about their arrangement too much. Christina was still so little. She didn't realize her lack of a real father, one that was around on a day to day basis. Bond was around a few times a year and Christina treasured those visits. She thought her father was a banker- that was the lie Q and Eve had been feeding her for years. She was still too young to question why a banker would carry a gun on his person at all times and need to go on mysterious trips to the Middle East. Eve worried that one day, her daughter would grow up and feel a void. Feel unloved and unwanted by a man she worshipped.


She hoped James was willing to pay for therapy someday. She wasn't sure that mounds of gifts at Christmas and a few visits to the park would make up for all the nights he wasn't around.


He adored Christina. There was no doubt in Eve's mind that he loved his daughter, as much as he could, anyway. He wanted the best life for her. And Q had explained patiently to Eve once that maybe not having James around all the time was the best thing for Christina. After all, he was a trained killer with a volatile temper and a host of other issues, including alcoholism. Maybe his devotion and gifts and private school tuition were enough. Eve had to admit even to herself that Bond would never be able to handle Christina on his own.


What are you thinking about?” He ran a finger down her bare spine.


What?” she whispered, startled.


You're lost in your own world. What are you thinking about?”


She propped herself up on an elbow and studied him. She wanted those eyes to run up and down her body forever. She wanted his breath on her skin, making her moan and yell out his name. She wanted him to fall in love with her every single time he looked at her, like she fell in love every single time she looked at him. She wanted things to not be so damn complicated. She wished she didn't love him with every single part of her body. She wished she didn't ache when he was away.


You.”


He smiled and she felt her heart break into little pieces once again.

Q hadn't been Quartermaster very long. He'd been working with Bond for even less time. He'd always heard Bond was trouble.


The rumors had all been true, apparently.


Bond was argumentative and at times, offensive. The real, core problem with Bond was that he could charm his way out of a paper bag. He'd certainly charmed his way out of death a few times. Every woman that crossed his path at Q branch fell all over him. Some of the men, too.


Q had never been interested in anyone he'd worked with. That was simply...absurd. Field agents were supposed to be gorgeous, well trained, dangerous. It was all in their job description. But something about Bond got under his skin. Dammit...something about Bond aroused him.


Maybe it was those eyes. Those brilliant blue eyes that always seemed amused about something. Maybe it was his excellent gun skills. Maybe it was that bloody irresistible charm.


Having to watch Bond train was torture. He had to sit and wait for Bond to finish his run to show him some gadget. Bond walked up to him, all muscles and perfect abs, shirt off, sweatpants swung WAY loose around his hips.


Q tried to hurry through the demonstration of the new (not exploding pen) gadget. Bond was impatient and grabbed it out of his hand.


007,” Q sighed in exasperation. “I was trying to show you how to use that.”


I can figure it out. Don't you trust me?”


Hardly.” Q snorted. “I trust you won't blow your hand off trying to get it to work?”


How good was I?”


Sorry?” Q asked, taken aback.


My time. Running. How was I?”


Oh, uh, splendid!” Q stammered. Bloody hell, I was so distracted watching him run that I forgot to check the fucking time. “You seem to be in top form, 007.”


The smile that spread across Bond's face stunned Q so much his knees went weak.


Then the smile was gone and the trademark smirk lingered. “Good,” Bond nodded, taking his gadget and striding off, all swagger and confidence.


Q bit his lip as he watched him walk away. I need to get home.


Q's apartment was very nice- M16 paid very well. As he walked into his living room, he wondered, not for the first time, what Bond's apartment looked like.


Usually, he would come in and make a cup of tea. But for the past two weeks, he seemed to have an altogether different sort of ritual. A ritual he hated himself for.


He skipped the tea and went to his bedroom. He closed the door and locked it- why, he didn't know. He lived alone. It was like he still lived in fear his mum might walk in, even though she lived two hours away.


His bedroom was perfect. Dark grays and reds. It would be the perfect place to bring a date- if he ever had one. He had a good job. It wouldn't be hard to find a nice guy.


But as he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, he knew why he couldn't find a nice guy. His mind was too wrapped up with thoughts of a very not so nice guy.


Coming home and jerking himself off to thoughts of Bond was not something Q ever thought he would be doing. But as he unbuttoned his pants and slipped his hand inside, Q didn't care if it was morally wrong to fantasize about his coworker.


In his fantasies, Bond always found his way to Q's apartment. A gadget was broke after hours. Any nonsense reason would do. Then somehow Bond would end up with his shirt off, because honestly, that was when Bond looked best.


They would kiss. He always imagined Bond kissing hungry, thrusting his tongue in his mouth and biting Q's lip. They would fall on the floor and he would drag down Bond's pants and take his cock in his mouth. He imagined Bond grabbing his hair and fucking his mouth. He imagined Bond bending him over a desk and fucking him until he was sore.


But when he remembered that smile Bond flashed him, that's when he came.


He laid there afterward, breathing heavy, his hand sticky and trembling. “Why did you have to fall for a straight one, Q?” he whispered to himself. “You couldn't have made a worse decision if you had tried.”

15th-Dec-2012 10:18 pm - Afraid of Fire chapter 2

No one told her dancing was part of this gig.


Sure, when she had been an agent, she had to dance with presidents and princes. Once she even had to pose as a stripper.


Couples danced around them on the huge ballroom floor. Beautiful gowns, beautiful people, beautiful music. Bond's hands slipped around her waist.


“Find out anything?” she asked as they moved.


“A few things. The main person we need is apparently named Roland Adams. He's an owner of an oil company, but in name only. His real job seems to be murdering people and having their bodies dumped.”


“So we need to follow him, see where he goes next?”


“Yes. He's staying here in the hotel. Rumor is he's leaving first thing in the morning, at dawn. We'll follow him, see where he goes.”


James was still talking, but all Moneypenny could think about was how good we would look out of his tux. And preferably rolling around in her bed with her.


His eyes fell on the stone on her necklace. “It looks good on you.”


“How did you know I would like it?” she flirted.


“It is almost as perfect as you are.”


“Oh James, you need to work on lines, honey.”


He frowned. “I suppose I'm less of a words man and more of an action man.”


She titled her head a little, a small smile on her lips. “Really? Perhaps I need to be shown that.”


“Perhaps.” His voice dipped deeper and he laced his hand in hers. “Let's go upstairs.”


“No,” she shook her head coyly. “You don't know me like that.”


“But I want to know you like that.” Those blue eyes simmered. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh.


“The song hasn't even ended. We haven't finished our dance.” She purred. Playing the game was too fun.


He grinned and she felt her breath a hitch. Pretty men were a dime a dozen, but pretty men with almost palpable sexual prowess were not. His hand slipped down to cup her ass and she pushed his hand away. “Now, now. We're in public. Behave yourself.”


“I find it incredibly hard to behave myself around you. Perhaps you should...punish me.”


“I have a few toys that I could punish you with.” She leaned forward, pressing her body against his, giving his neck a tiny kiss. “But I think you would like it too much.”

14th-Dec-2012 08:29 pm - True Blood prompt: Girlfriend

Sookie was no longer a girlfriend.

She was a wife, and that came with a long list of responsibilities. Of things that needed to be done.

Laundry had to finished. Dishes washed. Sunday supper cooked. Children to be planned for. Lunches to be packed. Football games to be watched. Pack meetings to sit through each week.

It was exhausting.

But when she laid beside Alcide, her legs curled up in his, his naked body pressed against hers as they slept, she realized that being a wife came with certain perks.

In fact, she didn't miss being a girlfriend at all.

 

Eve wasn't used to walking on thin ice.


She had trained to be an agent. Maybe she threw away the danger and excitement for health care and a retirement plan. For a job with good pay and vacations in paradise.


For hot guys that walked in and out of her office.


She wasn't afraid of fire. She lived for the thrill of the chase. The problem was, she had a feeling he did, too.


So when MI6 ordered her to go with Bond, she didn't balk at the suggestion. She smiled demurely and packed her suitcase. She liked men. Gorgeous men, charming men with manners and great foreplay techniques and perhaps a gambling or a drinking problem. Nice guys- guys like Q- were not what her fantasies were made of.


India. They stayed in a fabulous hotel, of course. With rooms on separate floors, of course. They were pretending to be a couple, of course. MI6 was never that creative with covers. She was given a perfect dark purple dress to wear. Heels to die for. Gold jewelery- all perfection. She wanted to bathe in it.


Her pulse quickened when she opened the door to find him standing there in his perfect tux. His eyes dropped down her body so slowly and deliberately she felt like she should slap him. Instead her lips curved into a tiny smile. “Do you like my dress?”


“I'd like it better if you weren't wearing it.”


Oh, please, fuck me, James. “You won't get that lucky.” She grabbed her purse. “Should we go?”


He nodded and slipped an arm around her waist. They entered into the hustle and bustle of the hotel, one of the many. Just another gorgeous rich couple. His fingers felt tense, like he was waiting at any moment to pounce. “What is the plan?”


“When we get to the lobby, keep an eye out. It's a huge party. We're looking for men in silver suits. We'll split up then. Go get a drink, look casual,” he ordered easily.


“Alright.”


He leaned in and kissed the side of neck, right under her ear. The heat from his mouth almost made her shiver and she bit her lipstick stained lips. “You are beautiful.”


She just smiled, enjoyed it. Compliments were his thing. She could play his game and play it well. She loved every second of it. Cat and mouse. The chase.


But they were there, in the lobby. She felt his hand pull away from her, his mind already on his job. She felt a strain of annoyance.


Until he slipped something in her hand. She frowned and glanced down at her palm. A necklace. A dark purple stone hanging on a delicate string.


Perfect.


She looked up in time to see his panther like smile. His kiss to her hand was quick and snake like. His tongue flicked out and rubbed her skin.


She wanted his mouth everywhere.


He walked away and she watched him until he was out of sight, her wetness running down her leg to the Beretta strapped to her thigh.

19th-Nov-2012 06:29 pm - Drabble: Insanity, Sookie/Alcide

“There's nothing wrong with the flowers, baby.” Alcide took a deep breath. “They're fine.”

“I don't know who invented weddings. Probably a man,” Sookie tossed a rose down on the table. “I finally found a damn dress after weeks and weeks of looking for one. I just say we go with these and be done with it. Stop all this insanity.”

“I say we elope and be done with it. Go to one of those quick chapels in New Orleans or something.”

She glanced up at him with a smile. “I say you're right.”

27th-Sep-2012 10:23 pm - Making It Work: Chapter 3
Chapter 3


They say you can't go home again.

One of Gran's silly little sayings ran through Sookie's mind as she sat behind the wheel of her car, staring at her house. A streak of longing for Gran clogged up her throat and she blinked hard. “Just get out and go in. It's your house,” she said quietly. “Just go.”

No sex with Alcide yet. The two days she spent at his house were days of take-out pizza and watching movies on his nice TV. Easy living. Lazy days. Laughing, talking, sexual tension...but she had to go back to work. She needed more clothes. She needed to get the hell out of Alcide's house and think about what she was doing.

Work had been fine. Everyone was friendly, as usual. Everyone was full of questions, as usual. She dodged them as best she could, lied about keeping to herself in her house. Avoided questions about Eric and Bill. But she caught Sam looking at her strangely a couple of times and knew she couldn't hide what she was doing forever.

But if she said she was living with Alcide...well, everyone in Bon Temps would talk about how Sookie ran from one man to another. She didn't want to hear that. She was confused enough about her feelings without outside noise.

She swung open the car door and practically jogged up to the door of her house. She shoved the key in the door and pushed it open quietly.

“I was wondering where you went.”

Her spine stiffened and she wished she had never got out of the car. Eric stood up, a glass of wine in his hand. “Want a drink?”

“Um, no...thank you,” her manners kicked in. “What are you doing here?”

“I own this place. And I was waiting on you.”

She steeled herself. “I told you. It's over between us. I need time-,”

“That's unacceptable,” his voice was a low growl. “It's not what you want. We both know it.”

She knew she still loved him. Or at least, parts of him. Loved the sex, loved how he made her feel. But she loved Bill, too. And they both were horrible for her. Like poison running through her blood.

“It's what I need,” her voice cracked. “I need something other than this. I need a normal life for a little while. Please, just let me have it.”

“I will never leave you alone,” he leaned in and she took a long breath. He smelled so good. He smelled like lust. “I love you.”

“Stop loving me.” She raised her eyes to his. “Take your hands off me.”

“No,” he smiled slyly, sliding one hand up her thigh. She felt her resolve crumbling like a crappy deck of cards.

Gran's voice hissed, Sookie. Are you going to change or not? Has it ever worked out for anything but heartache with him?

“Let me go,” she pushed away but he was kissing her, holding her. She was kissing him back. Gran's voice became louder and louder. She shoved him away and he grinned. “We can try it rough.”

“We're not trying nothin'.” She swallowed hard. Stop shaking. “I'm leaving.”

“You know I can find you at any time. I'll let you sulk for a while. I have all the time in the world.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. “Think about how I feel about you. All that I can do for you. Another man can't.”

She flung the ring in her purse and hurried out. “Shit, I didn't even get any clothes,” she grunted to herself as she cranked the car. She hesitated, watching Eric on the porch. She wanted to go back in and get her clothes. But if she did that...she knew she would end up naked on the faded rose carpet with him.

She squeezed her eyes shut. “What the hell am I going to do?”

She had to make a decision.
staring at her house. A streak of longing for Gran clogged up her throat and she blinked hard. “Just get out and go in. It's your house,” she said quietly. “Just go.”

No sex with Alcide yet. The two days she spent at his house were days of take-out pizza and watching movies on his nice TV. Easy living. Lazy days. Laughing, talking, sexual tension...but she had to go back to work. She needed more clothes. She needed to get the hell out of Alcide's house and think about what she was doing.

Work had been fine. Everyone was friendly, as usual. Everyone was full of questions, as usual. She dodged them as best she could, lied about keeping to herself in her house. Avoided questions about Eric and Bill. But she caught Sam looking at her strangely a couple of times and knew she couldn't hide what she was doing forever.

But if she said she was living with Alcide...well, everyone in Bon Temps would talk about how Sookie ran from one man to another. She didn't want to hear that. She was confused enough about her feelings without outside noise.

She swung open the car door and practically jogged up to the door of her house. She shoved the key in the door and pushed it open quietly.

“I was wondering where you went.”

Her spine stiffened and she wished she had never got out of the car. Eric stood up, a glass of wine in his hand. “Want a drink?”

“Um, no...thank you,” her manners kicked in. “What are you doing here?”

“I own this place. And I was waiting on you.”

She steeled herself. “I told you. It's over between us. I need time-,”

“That's unacceptable,” his voice was a low growl. “It's not what you want. We both know it.”

She knew she still loved him. Or at least, parts of him. Loved the sex, loved how he made her feel. But she loved Bill, too. And they both were horrible for her. Like poison running through her blood.

“It's what I need,” her voice cracked. “I need something other than this. I need a normal life for a little while. Please, just let me have it.”

“I will never leave you alone,” he leaned in and she took a long breath. He smelled so good. He smelled like lust. “I love you.”

“Stop loving me.” She raised her eyes to his. “Take your hands off me.”

“No,” he smiled slyly, sliding one hand up her thigh. She felt her resolve crumbling like a crappy deck of cards.

Gran's voice hissed, Sookie. Are you going to change or not? Has it ever worked out for anything but heartache with him?

“Let me go,” she pushed away but he was kissing her, holding her. She was kissing him back. Gran's voice became louder and louder. She shoved him away and he grinned. “We can try it rough.”

“We're not trying nothin'.” She swallowed hard. Stop shaking. “I'm leaving.”

“You know I can find you at any time. I'll let you sulk for a while. I have all the time in the world.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. “Think about how I feel about you. All that I can do for you. Another man can't.”

She flung the ring in her purse and hurried out. “Shit, I didn't even get any clothes,” she grunted to herself as she cranked the car. She hesitated, watching Eric on the porch. She wanted to go back in and get her clothes. But if she did that...she knew she would end up naked on the faded rose carpet with him.

She squeezed her eyes shut. “What the hell am I going to do?”

She had to make a decision.
24th-Sep-2012 08:02 pm - No To Give (Sookie/Alcide)

“Bought pork and beans!” Alcide announced triumphantly, holding up a can.

“Uh...good. Any chance we could just roast a hot dog or something?”

“What kind of camper are you, woman?”

“So I'm going to guess you're going to go hunting all day and I'm supposed to cook that can of pork and beans?”

He smiled sweetly. “But come sundown...” he ran his fingers over her hair, “I'm all yours. I'm not going to take no for an answer.”

Her legs felt like jelly. “I don't have a no to give anymore, Alcide.”

Author's note: Just to clarify, this fic is set after the conversation at Merlotte's between Alcide and Sookie in the finale of season 4. Alcide and Debbie have broken up and Sookie has broken up with Bill and Eric, but I am ignoring everything after that (including the death of Debbie and vamping of Tara).

Chapter 2

Sookie couldn't even figure out who she was in love with anymore. She loved Bill. She loved Eric. But both of them had nearly stabbed out her insides and ripped her heart out through her throat. She could do without their love, thank you very much.

Hanging out with Alcide was nice. It kept her mind off of Bill and Eric. They could watch football and talk about hunting season. He liked the same kind of food as her. Dating him was a different can of worms.

She didn't even know how to date a normal guy. A guy that could walk around during the day.

He unlocked the front door to his house and held it open for her. She ducked inside, glancing around nervously. "So...you aren't worried that Debbie might come after you?"

"No. Her sister called and said she went back to Mississippi. Her parents live there. She runs back to them every time she doesn't have a man to live off of." 

The bitterness in his voice tired Sookie. She wasn't sure he would ever be able to get over Debbie. She wasn't sure she could ever get over Bill and Eric.

This whole thing is a mistake, a little voice in her head nagged. A crazy idea. This won't work.

She started to open her mouth and tell him to take her home when he took her hand. "I wanna show you something."

She hesitated, unsure of what to say. She knew she should tell him how she felt- that she was having second thoughts- but her interest got the better of her. "What?"

"C'mon." He led her down the hall, to his bedroom.

She started to pull her hand away. "Alcide, I can't-,"

To her confusion, he passed his room and opened the door next to it. Inside was a large bed covered with a pink and white quilt. There was a TV and a reading lamp. A suitcase sat on the floor.

"Uh...why is my suitcase here?"

"Do you like the room?"

"Yeah, it's really cute. Alcide, answer my question."

"I want you to stay here."

Her jaw dropped. "We've only been on one official date and you want me to move in?"

"You need to get out of that house for a while, Sookie. You know Bill and Eric won't leave you alone and they can both come in whenever they want."

"But it's my house. My Gran's house. And we....I can't just move in with you like this."

"You're not. You're just staying here a while. Can you really tell me you're ready to go home?"

She wasn't. Every spot in that house reminded her of a time she had had sex with Eric. Or sex with Bill. Even her bedroom wasn't an escape anymore.

"Just for a few days." Stop thinking about Bill and Eric, she ordered herself. She stood on tiptoe and gently pressed her lips to Alcide's.
Note: This is set before season 5, which I haven't seen yet. So it might be slightly AU.

Alcide turned the radio down. "Sookie."

"Yeah?" Sookie glanced over at him.

"What are you over there thinking about? I know it's not about me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she furrowed her brow. "Am I supposed to be thinking about you?"

"It would be nice." He muttered.

"You're over there thinking about Debbie."

"I am not." He shot back quickly.

"Alcide....don't even play with me about your thoughts. I can hear them, remember?"

"I thought we agreed you would stay out of my head."

"And I thought we agreed that we were friends. And now you're jumping down my throat about not THINKING about you."

"I know you're still hung up on Bill. And Eric-," she opened her mouth to argue. "I'm not commenting on that, I'm just sayin'. Maybe I'm still hung up on Debbie. But I'm done with her, and you're done with them. So why don't we try this thing, the two of us?"

"What...thing?" she asked gingerly.

"Actually trying to date. Making this work. I'm not a bad guy, Sookie. We could have something if we worked at it. We could have a relationship, a house, kids...all of it. Somethin' normal. Somethin' stable."

She looked out the window, but all she could see was darknees. He has a good job, she thought to herself. He doesn't have an ex-wife or kids. He doesn't care about the mind reading thing.

And he's hot as hell.

"But we don't love each other," she thought aloud.

"That could change. And even if...we could still have a good life."

She nodded slowly. "You're right."

"That's the first time you've ever said that."

"Maybe it'll become a habit. Let's try. Try to...."

"Make it work?"

She smiled.
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