All of the characters belong to Charlaine Harris. I just merely had the urge to make them horny teenagers 3 In case you haven't viewed the summary in all it's sucky glory... This is my first story posted here on and I am excited. I've never written anything for SVM and the only thing I can lay claim to is the poster of Eric above my bed. Yum yum! This is an Ah, AU, Slightly OOC story because I figure pinning down a horny teenage boy is easier than a 1,000 year old horny vampire. As attractive as that is.. I am scared ;__; So without further ado... I present to you...

"Seven Hours Thataway"

by Oceanizzle

P.S. Reviews and rants are welcomed!


The computer was loading. Load faster, come on. Load you piece of shit. Never in all of my life have I had a computer load this slow. And in such an inopportune time as well. Mother fucker. Finally. The windows screen came to life and the logo blinked while soft music chimed at its arrival. With a swift tapping to the keys, my password entered, my ever sexy wallpaper came to life. One day. One day I will see you. Today of all fucking days does my computer not want to go at top speed. MSN messenger finally loaded onto the screen and my stomach began clenching in anticipation. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I had finally bought a webcam for my computer. Not an unordinary thing for a teenager to do, but... Oh, did I ever have plans for it. I popped the installation disk into the drive and let memory lane consume me while I waited for the disk to finish.

In middle school they had come up with this poor excuse of a social interaction plan that would entail twenty children from our Swedish middle school being pen pals with twenty American middle schoolers in some backwater hick town Louisiana. It was to practice our English. Stupid English. I was assigned to a Sookie Stackhouse. Interesting name, wouldn't you think? I wrote her a simple letter in my best penmanship that can only be described as a blind chicken's scratch. Lovely, I know. The letter entailed that my name was Eric Northman, I was nine years old, I loved playing football (or soccer as I had to write it or she would have been gravely confused), and that I hoped to hear from her soon. Included in my ever so intelligent letter had been a picture of me grinning like an idiot. What is worse is that my eyes were shut and my left front tooth had been knocked out. Oh, what a handsome devil I was. All the girls were just dying to call me cute.

A few weeks later the class received its replies from the Americans. I opened my letter, with let's just say wouldn't exactly be labeled as enthusiasm, and out spilled a picture of one Sookie Stackhouse. Even then I felt my nine year old heart thump and I had a crush. She had golden hair that was tied in high pigtails that cascaded to her shoulders. She wore a white sun dress with red flowers sprinkled at random. Her face was drawn down in such a ladylike demeanor. And to top it all off, she was blushing. Ever since then, I have been nabbed by the balls.

I was nine years old then. Ten years later quite a bit has changed. Over the course of the years she had seen pictures of me as I had grown, and I of her. We have stayed "friends" for the past ten years, and let me tell you my hormones have slightly been dying for more than that for the past six. With every letter of hers she sent a new picture. And as we got older her letters became longer and more in depth. In one of her letters (I've kept every single one. Lame? Quite possibly. I just wish to be "historically accurate.") when we were roughly 15 she had mentioned that despite the distance she had feelings for me. I jerked off that night, hard. By then Sookie had blossomed into a young woman. She blossomed into a fine plump ass and a D cup. Both things gave me morning wood, every morning, every day. Every day.

She had once called me a "sprouting bean" because by the beginning of one summer I was 5'7" and a year from that I had now reached 6'4". Of course over those years I had worked out, perfecting my body to make any woman swoon. Never has she once seen a live video of me, only mere photographs at random occasions. Up until about a year and a half ago we had been using only letters to communicate, but that got too damn slow. We upgraded to a computer and began using MSN messenger to chat every chance we got. About six months after using the computer she had bought a web cam and was truly excited to show me her in all her present time glory. I still get wood thinking about it. It was about 9 in the morning here, so it was 2 in the morning for her. For some God awful reason she had wanted to wait until her parents were asleep and mine had gone off to work. So there I sat in my boxers at the computer with some toast and a glass of orange juice waiting for her to sign on.

She signed on and said, "As soon as you accept, close your eyes until I nudge you. Okay?"

Naturally I complied and accepted when the video call chat was enabled. I heard the nudge a second later and opened my eyes. I nearly fucking jizzed all over my boxers, the keyboard, anything within a 5 mile radius of my dick. What I was viewing was that fucking hot. Sookie had just turned 18 and wanted to apparently give me a birthday present. The cam was situated on her laptop which was conveniently on her bed. And that is where my goddess Sookie lay. She was rested atop a plethora of pillows in only lingerie. Deep crimson red lingerie with a deep crimson red blush to boot. My jaw immediately dropped, my eyes bugged and my dick twitched in anticipation.

She adjusted the microphone on the webcam and the first time I heard her voice was heavenly.

"Hello Eric." And she smiled so shyly.

Although it felt so disturbing, she couldn't see or hear me so… What the hell. Jerking off it was. I pulled my cock between the opening of my boxers and pumped it a few times. Precumming already, I just used that shit for lube imaging that my hands were actually hers. She sat there talking to me about random things as if she had on a burlap sack. In all my years never have I found anything annoying about Sookie but, when she kept talking I had to reply and subsequently remove my hands from my aching dick to talk back. She was getting tired and leaned back on her bed and I had for the fleeting of moments a glance at her pussy. Her thong had moved over ever so slightly and I caught the most perfect sight apart from her luscious bouncing tits in red lace. My body shook and I spouted cum all over my hand and boxers. I sat with my head back, swimming in the high or my Sookie orgasm while she lay an ocean away unaware of the immense pleasure she just gave me.

Eventually she bid her goodnights, but not before blowing me a kiss. Effectively causing me to get hard again wish my cock was between those cherry red lips of hers. She had said that she wishes she could see me like this soon. Face to face. Naturally I typed I would try my hardest to do that and wished her happy dreams. Right before she closed the cam and the chat she said the four magical words that had my heart pounding through my chest.

"I love you Eric." She smiled and was gone. Her status instantly went to "Sookie is offline. You may leave messages for the contact to receive when they sign on."

Ever since then she has not donned her lingerie for me but has always ended our conversations with, "I love you Eric." Only now I return it even though it is just words on a screen, I mean them with my whole heart and she knows it to be true. So here I sit waiting for Sookie to sign on so I may return her favor. Unlike her I have absolutely nothing on and can only hope she will join me.

Her name pops up and I send her almost the same message as she had once to me.

"Close your eyes after you accept the video chat, and I'll nudge you when to open them. Okay?"

She agrees and accepts the video chat. My cock is already achingly hard as I stand in front of the cam anticipating her reaction. I nudge her and she opens her eyes….


TBC n__n I hope you all liked it! And aren't too upset that there is a bit of a cliffhanger :)