This is a little one shot about Eric and Sookie. It's just completely romance and I hope you like it. I tried my best to keep them in character, but sometimes it's hard. But for the most part, I think I did. This is pretty much my first story so I hope you like it. Please review. I was thinking about expanding it, but you tell me! (: ENJOY.

I was finishing my newest romance novel, "The Seduction of the Huntress," when I heard someone knocking on my front door. I hadn't had any visitors in a few days and if it wasn't for my shift at Merlotte's the night before, I wouldn't have seen anyone in over a week. I was becoming quite the homebody and I actually missed being around a lot of people. Things had changed a lot since the whole event with Eric's maker and to be frank, I was feeling damn good about it. Living on the edge did make me feel excited or whatever, but I was getting quite finished with all that supernatural crap. Life had been so different since Amelia left and I was feeling so lonely, but happy because I was finally safe.

I hadn't seen Eric in almost a month.. At this point I was still pretty unsure of how I felt about that. Because of the bond, I almost constantly thought about him. And I couldn't help but wonder if I did something that made him distance himself from me. But if there was anything I was sure about, it was Eric's seriousness about me. So I most of the time pushed those thoughts straight out of my mind. Anyway, I could feel him through the bond and all I had felt was contentment and a little anger here or there. But hey, that's bound to happen with him.

I laid my book down and trudged over to the front door. I knew it couldn't be a vampire, it was only 11 am. So I confidently opened and flashed a smile. Before I even opened the door I could hear him thinking, Hmm, Sookie Stackhouse.. I wonder how she's looking. Last time I saw her she looked damn fine."

"Sign here ma'am." He smiled and handed me a pen and a clip board. I signed quickly and messily and grabbed the large yellow box with ribbon he handed me. I kept a calm exterior, but on the inside, I was jumping with excitement. I skipped back in, shutting the door behind me. Untying the white ribbon, I lifted the lid and saw a small note written on a light pink card in beautiful script. I knew it was Eric.

My bonded,

I have been absent for far too long and I regret to say that I have waited until our "anniversary" to merely contact you. I hope you are well, I know you are. I have searched our bond daily for any negative feelings you might have had. We met at Fangtasia this day; exactly two years ago .You would delight me beyond any measure if you would accept an invitation to dine with me tonight, on our anniversary. If so, please wear what I have chosen for you. You will look beautiful. I will come for you at 7.

Yours,

Eric

I smiled to myself and melted as I laid the card down beside me on the couch. Pulling away the wrapping paper, I saw the dress. It was short, with a poufy skirt and tube-type top. It had a silver top with light blue bottom. It was exactly my style and looked so delicate. Just as I was about to take it into my room I heard another knock. I went back to the door and saw the same boy, I recognized him from the bar. He had a new box and he handed it to me and smiled before I shut the door and ran back inside. In it were beautiful nude pumps with sparkly tips. Upon further inspection, I noticed some guy called Christian Louboutin made them. I had no idea who that was, but they looked expensive and instead of my usual anger I have when he buys me nice things, I just felt grateful and excited for that night. I grabbed the wrapping paper to throw the boxes away, but noticed it was still heavy. Digging back through the box, I noticed a small blue box. IT WAS TIFFANY. You don't have to be a jewelry aficionado (word of the day) to know that that is some good shit. Gently opening the box, I gulped. It was a small charm bracelet with little charms of hearts, and different shaped diamonds. I quickly took it out and tried it on. The diamonds were so colossal- (word of the day from last Tuesday, forgot to use it) that it was actually heavy on my wrist.

I gathered my new, beautiful things and ran up to my bedroom. Deciding I wanted to put my best face forward for our "anniversary," I started getting ready right then—lame I know. But you have to understand, I hadn't been laid in over a month. And when you're used to someone like Eric Northman—pardon my French—laying you, it seems like a bigger deal than it actually is. So I was looking forward to our –ahem—time together that night. I threw (gently laid) my things down on to my perfectly made bed and ventured into the bathroom. Ripping my robe and night gown off me I jumped into the shower before it was even hot.

I used my new vanilla shampoo that I bought the day before at the Walmart, and my strawberry body wash. I knew Eric loved vanilla. And what can I say, I'm a people pleaser. I shaved myself down, accidentally acquiring a painful cut near my ankle. But I just pushed on through the discomfort and before I knew it, it healed. It took a little longer than it usually would because I hadn't had Eric's blood in so long. I rubbed my legs and arms down with lotion, wrapped myself in my robe and before I knew it, it was nearly 1:30. Deciding that I wanted to be well rested for that night's events, I lay down on my couch and was asleep before I could count to a hundred.

I woke up around 5 and decided it was time to kick it into high gear. I brushed through my long blonde mane. I needed to get it cut, it was getting way too long to handle. Pulling it into a low bun, I brushed the strays back and hairsprayed it. Then, I put on my best push up bra and not having a strapless one, I tucked them in. Figuring, who would know the difference? I pulled on the dress and walked over to the mirror. Man, Eric had some taste, I resolved. The color of the dress looked great against my tan and it hit me right at my lid thigh. I fastened back on my Tiffany's charm bracelet and scrambled over to the mirror to fix my makeup. Because I knew Eric liked me best with less makeup, I only applied a little pink gloss and black mascara. Before I realized it, it was 6:45 and I was slipping on my new pumps.

By 6:50 I heard the doorbell ring, but I knew Eric was there even 30 seconds before that. I could feel his happiness in the bond, and I'm sure he could feel mine too. I pinched my cheeks quickly and opened the door. "Lover, you look absolutely ravishing." I smiled almost shyly, which seemed to entertain him, and he walked in slowly but surely. "You want a True Blood or something?" My Southern manners getting in the way. "No, darling. I just wanted to step in for a moment to do this." At that, he grabbed me by my waist and kissed me hard on the lips. I almost began to part my lips when he abruptly pulled away. "Oh, how I've missed you. But there will be plenty time for that later—I can assure you. We should get going though, I have 7:30 reservations."

I giggled and stepped in front of him, walking through the door way and down my porch steps. I could feel his large hand place itself on my lower back and before I could reach the passenger door to his Corvette, he was standing at it, with the door open. I nodded gently and scooted in. He gently shut the door and I was buzzing with excited and—nervousness? Hmm, that felt different. But something to me seemed almost different about that night with him. We had pulled off my street and I waited for him to speak. When he didn't, I spoke up. "Eric, thank you for my gifts. Really, it's too much. Especially this bracelet, it must've cost you a fortune!" He grinned almost distantly and shook his head in an almost jerky way. "No, no no. Of course not. And anyway, I love to buy you nice things."

I smiled and straightened out my dress. "Well, I hope this dress lives up to your expectations on me." He looked over at me, gently this time and placed his hand on mine. "You look even more beautiful than I could have imagined." I sighed wistfully and kissed his hand. "Sookie, I don't know what has gotten into you, but I like it. I enjoy when you accept my praises and gifts, it makes me feel good. So thank you." I laughed deeply, "Your welcome." We drove silently the rest of the way and he left his hand in mine until we pulled up to a restaurant called La côte d'or and he released me to step out, but before he reached me a young man opened the door for me. Gently cupping my hand, I stepped out of the car. Eric reached around my waist and pulled me close, leading me towards the door. A woman greeted us with, "Name?" But in reality, all I heard from her head was, "How did she get that? Look at her and look at him. Yeah she's pretty or whatever, but he's a god! I betcha he would love my tits if he could see them! Better than hers!" I faintly heard Eric say "Northman," but I just smiled knowingly at the girl as Eric knocked me from my reverie and led me behind the tall girl towards our table.

When we reached it, Eric pulled out my seat and stepped back over to his and sat down. We were about to start speaking when the girl approached with our menus and leaned down to hand Eric his in such an obvious way as which to show her cleavage, I scoffed. That's right, SCOFFED. She looked over at me smiling and I could hear her thinking, "That's right bitch, he looked down my shirt at my tits." She smiled and not being able to control myself any longer I said, "Oh you wish, hun. And my tits beat yours any day of the week!" She got a horrified look on her face and scurried away, humiliated.

"What was that about?" I shook my head, "Oh that girl was just thinking some things about you and some mean things about me, so I had to put her in her place." He laughed. "Jealous?" I looked up fiercely, "Of course not!" I paused a second, "Should I be?" Were you looking down her shirt?" Eric chuckled, "Of course not, Sookie. You're the only girl I have eyes for." I smiled knowingly, because I knew he meant it. We talked calmly about my work until a girl appeared. A different one this time. "What can I get you all?"

"I'll have some water, please." I spoke gently. "A True Blood please. O negative" The girl disappeared and Eric locked his eyes with mine. "This place is real nice, Eric. I'm glad you brought me here, it's real romantic." He nodded sweetly and said, "Yes, I had Pam look up the best restaurants in the area and I didn't know if you had ever tried French food, so I brought you here. And of course, there are a few things I've been meaning to discuss with you." "Things, like what?" I questioned. "Later." And with that, we moved onto a different conversation that was light hearted and involved double entendre of French words, and what we planned to do later that night. A girl had come back and taken my order, I chose the Pot-au-feu, which is some kind of beef stew. I had just finished eating, ( it was delicious by the way,) when Eric started talking again. The girl came and fished up my dishes and Eric looked me in the eyes and said, "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" I smiled, "Yes. And it is because of the dress. Which reminds me, I can't keep accepting such expensive gifts, it isn't right! And as much as- " He cut me off and said spritely, "Move into my home, Sookie." I laughed nervously, "What?... You can't be serious. You haven't even told me you love me." "Yes I have." I shook my head, "Not in so many words, no, you haven't." I laughed, never looking away and said, "Okay, then, I love you. Now, do you love me?" I gulped nervously, feeling a new feeling I wasn't completely sure of. "Um.. I uhh,.. I don't know, Eric." Expecting him to look hurt, he just smiled even wider, "Yes you do, Sookie. I know you do. I see it everytime you look at me. I know because it's the same look I give you." He paused and a small smile began to play upon my lips. "Move in with me Sookie. I love you and I want you to live with me. And just do me a favor and admit you love me, at least." I looked down, "I love you." I said in one of the softest voices I possessed. He chuckled, "What was that, dear?" With that vampiric-hearing, I had no doubt he heard me. He was teasing me, he wanted me to say it loud, to forget my foolish pride. I decided to play along. "Okay Eric. I do love you. I admit it. But what does that mean? That I should move in with you? Because I can't." He smiled and looked straight across at me, "And why is that?" I shook my head, trying to think up some excuse. "Uhh, I don't know.. I just can't. You know, where I'm from, people don't live together unless they're married. And we're not, so…" I trailed off. "No, Sookie. You see, that's where you are wrong. We are married." I laughed shyly, getting more and more nervous by the minute. "Well, maybe in your freaky-deaky vampire world, but not in mine." He laughed whole heartedly. "You know, I had a feeling you would say that." Before I had time to register his words, he reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. My heart dropped down into my stomach and my eyes glossed over. "Eric, what is that?.." I asked nervously. "Sookie. I don't know what to say besides—I love you. You're the only person who's ever meant anything to me and I need you to not only be in my life but to be a part of it. I know that you don't understand the way it is in my world with our whole pledge of marriage thing and you don't see the importance of it. But I want you to. I need you to. And the only way I can make you see is by giving you the same thing, but in your world. I want to wake up every evening with you beside me and not only my lover, but my mate and my companion. So, I ask you to be my wife. Will you do me the honor?" Well, obviously tears were spilling over my cheeks by this point. What could I say? The whole history of our relationship flashed before my eyes in those few brief seconds. Our first meeting at Fangtasia. Dallas. The time when his memory was gone. The explosion in Rhodes. The Fairy war. Eric's maker. I could not forget all of the times that Eric had saved my life. And more importantly—when I had saved his. Why else would I date him if I didn't want to eventually marry him? My entire life I had been different. Always crazy Sookie. Until the vampire shit started happening. Then it seemed like there was a purpose for my ways. Like I had a place in the world—importance. And I never felt more important or cherished than when I was with Eric. And I could not imagine being with anyone else. He had it all. Loyalty, kindness, looks, money, and love for me. What the hell was I waiting for? "Yes. Yes, I will marry you, Eric." He smiled one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen him have as he lifted the lid of the box and pulled out a ring. It wasn't until he slipped it on my finger that I had time to register how large the diamond was. "Holy shit Eric.. how many carats is this?" "Seven." He said smugly. "Jesus Christ Shepherd of Judea…" Was all I could get out. I was completely stunned. It was square cut solitaire and so simply beautiful that I was glad I had just done my nails. I didn't want my hand to look trashy next to something so beautiful. He kissed my hand passionately. Grabbing the bill, he grabbed my shawl and placed it around my shoulders, standing me up as I still stared in awe at my engagement ring.

We were out the door and in the car before I snapped out of my trance. "So, home?" He asked gently. We rode all the way back to Eric's as he asked me simple questions about when I would move in and movers picking up my things. I was so shocked that I didn't hear half of the things he said. I walked up into his—our, bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. Eric came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and began kissing me on my neck and nibbling on my ear. "I love you so much, Eric. And I can't wait to marry you. I'm sorry I've been so stubborn." He licked my collar bone and said, "That is of little importance now. I am glad I have you now." I smiled and turned around pulling at his shirt collar. "Oh boy, do you ever." He kissed me softly on my lips and I left my body, letting the overwhelming feeling of true love wash over me.

So there you have it. I hope you liked it. Please forgive in mistakes, sometime even after looking over it a million times I can't catch it. Please review and tell me whether or not I should expand it to a story about the wedding and moving in together and stuff. Or to say it's bad. Just please review, I would appreciate it more than I can say. And thanks again guys for reading. (: