In a perverse way we were having an “I am woman, hear me roar” moment and by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.
We had our sides to the audience,Tara gripping my waist, for the last few bars, and we pumped our hips in unison, and brought our hands sweeping to the floor. The music stopped. There was a tiny second of silence, and then a lot of applause and whistling.
Of course Sookie’s chaperone Alcide just “glowered”, however someone else at Josephine’s that night found the whole scene very entertaining.
A parting of bodies crowding the little dance floor gave me a glimpse of Eric, leaning against the wall behind the small stage. His eyes were on me, and they were full of heat. There was someone who wasn’t pissed off at me, someone who had taken our little routine in the spirit in which it was offered.
So let it never be said that Eric Northman doesn’t appreciate the importance of women.
Happy International Women’s Day. Let’s hope for a kick-ass, no nonsense Sookie Stackhouse in 54 days time!