You Belong to Me
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I decided to venture into doing a multi-chaptered story this time around therefore this is rather long and I apologize in advance but I thought a lot of things needed to be cleared/settled between Eric & Sookie.
I do hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.. Be kind and leave a review.
I don't own the characters….blah, blah, blah. On with the show.
Eric: "Did you tell her that you originally were sent by the Queen to procure her? Because of what she might be."
Sookie: "What?"
Bill: "I did not know why she wanted you. As I grew to know you, I purposefully kept you from her."
Sookie: "Were you ever going to tell me?"
Bill: "I hope to someday, I swear it."
Eric: "What about you let two psychos beat her within an inch of her life? So you could feed her your blood, the night you met her. Do you think she'll forgive you for that?"
Painful flashes of that night came roaring in like a tsunami.
Sookie: "Oh my God! Is it true?"
Bill: "Yes."
Eric: "He tried to silence me tonight, so you would never know. He doesn't want to protect you, he only wants to protect himself."
Sookie: "Get out of my house."
Bill: "Pl-lease."
Sookie: "Don't ever come here. Don't ever call me. Don't ever talk to me. Ever! – "You manipulated me to falling in love with you."
Bill: "It is who you are, Sookie. Not what you are, that I love. Who I'll love always until I meet the true death."
Sookie: "Love! You don't get to use that word. I rescind my invitation."
Bill: "No!"
Sookie: "You too! Get the fuck off my porch and out of my life!"
Eric: "For the record. I would have never given you to Russell."
Sookie: "Go back to hell, where you came from - You fucking dead piece of shit!"
Eric: "I'm sorry to see you suffer like this. I thought you had the right to know."
The strangeness of the past few days, the agitation, within her this new and sudden flare of restlessness that had felt strangely like arousal were too much.
She had been driving herself too hard to repress all that had happened. She needed a break. Just one evening. She obviously needed it. A girl's night out would do the trick, although she couldn't get in touch with Tara, she decided she would still make the best of it.
It was probably for the best...
She feared no one would understand, much less know what it felt like. She was so different from the young, naive girl she once was. She didn't want to be. She didn't want to think of all the death and destruction that had taken hold of her, her life. She wanted to be that girl again.
Oh yeah, she needed to get away from here and herself.
She jumped into her car with no particular destination in mind, she just knew she needed to get away. She drove for a few miles before she realized where she was headed. Why was this happening? Why on earth would she actually choose to go there?
She tried to stay away, to remember that he kept things from her too, just like Bill. That he manipulated her, but mostly she'd obsessed about Eric and this strange, uncontrollable need to be with him.
Although her rampant thoughts were logical and her conscious pulled at her, she continued to drive. The further she drove, the stronger her anticipation grew.
What was she going to say when she got there? Would he really want to see her after what happened? She shook her head. Why should she care if he was upset with her or not? He was the one that betrayed her. Yes, he's an arrogant, stubborn ass but she thought they had an understanding.
He couldn't satisfy his hunger. He'd even fed more than usual tonight. He could feel the warmth of extra blood in his body. But that warmth didn't soothe the need deep inside him.
He hadn't been able to stop thinking of her. He wondered if she was okay. Did she hate him. Afterall, he'd tried to make Sookie realize that what he'd done, he'd done as retribution for the way Compton had hurt her. No mortal in all his undead life had held so much interest for him.
Everything that happened with Bill was haunting her. A combination of doubts about herself and risking a sort of relation with Eric left her thinking she was going to mess herself up even more. By the time she reached his home she resolved that she wasn't going to let her insecurities hold her back.
Driving along the quarter-mile drive she noticed the prominent rows of live oak trees bordered on each side. The antebellum home a former plantation house sat on six acres of landscaped gardens. The two-story structure was a combination of Greek Revival and French Colonial architecture. The striking exterior - featuring soaring eight foot round Doric columns that surrounded the house complemented the scroll wrought iron balconies overlooking the estate.
Before her hand reached out for the doorbell, the door opened. "Sookie, how did you?"
"Pam," they both said in unison.
"What brings you here this sizzling summer night?"
"I wanted to thank you." She admitted. "For what?" The look she provided - the gesture answered his question.
"Do you want to come inside?" He offered. She was nervous. "Yeah. Yes, I do."
Admiring the polished hardwood floors, she trailed her fingers over the back of the leather sofa and paused to study the artwork on the walls.
"This is amazing," she said. She slowly turned, expression rapt as she took in everything. "You own all of this?"
"Admiring my assets?" He asked with a cunning smile. Disregarding his crude behavior, she asked. "How long have you lived here? I always thought you lived at Fangtasia." He chuckled. "A few years. Although I spend a lot of time there. I would hardly call that my home."
"It's really beautiful."
"Not to spoil your amusement but I'm sure you didn't come all this way for a tour." She nodded, and her cheeks grew pink.
"Not working at the bar, tonight?" He shook his head. "Didn't feel up to it."
"What, were the scads of adoring women too much for you?" She teased. "Jealous much?" He winked at her, buffering his teasing. She gave him a reproving look. "Strangely, I missed that killing look." He conceded.
Looking down, she admitted. "Everything you said was true. And I believe you." Her words pleased him. He didn't quite understand why, but they did all the same. Then she glanced at him, and he could see the uncertainty in her eyes, he could sense indecision on her skin.
"But I keep telling myself I shouldn't."
"Why?"
"I don't want to trust you," she said.
She shouldn't. He wasn't the trust worthy sort. But the greedy creature that he was, that didn't stop him from wanting her trust.
"Why not?"
"What do you think of me? Honestly." She asked.
He frowned. What did she mean?
She must have seen the confusion, because she added, "I mean, one minute you're running to my rescue like a knight in shining armor. But then the next you treat me like I'm disposable." She didn't sound accusatory, but rather just stating the facts.
"You're right," he said. "I am sorry to be so confusing. I'll admit I confuse myself. I've lived over a thousand years, there are things in my life that I've seen with humans that are not so impressive to me. I guess you can say at times I'm somewhat arrogant and confident by fault."
"Finally," she sighed. "I just don't know, Eric. Part of me does want to be your friend. Very much. But the truth is I don't have a great track record with guys, platonic or otherwise. I'm a little gun shy at the moment."
He pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing a wave of irritation. "Because of Compton?"
She nodded, not making eye contact. "I'd like to think I'm not like Bill." He said sedately, exposing his signature smirk.
She smiled at that. "No, you definitely are not like Bill. I know you're concerned for my well-being and from what I can tell my happiness, but why?"
With his eyes on hers he slowly approached her. "That night I only thought of you. Wanting you." The words shouldn't have brought her joy. After all, what did this really mean?
"I – I don't understand what you want from me, Eric."
"Sookie, you aren't the same as the other women, because I…..he paused." "I like you a lot. And that scares the shit out of me. And frankly, it should scare you too."
Sookie stared at Eric. "I don't find you scary at all. I do find you moody and more than a little hard to understand at times."
Didn't this woman have a lick of sense or self-preservation, he thought. He took a deep breath to steady himself. Inhaling – a hint of something spicy, like an exotic mixture of vanilla and cinnamon wafted around him, her scent - growing more and more intense until it was nearly overwhelming.
His body reacted, his muscles tensing, his fingers twitching. And his cock hardened, both tense and twitching in his pants. What the hell?
He was aroused. But what caught him off guard, he ran his tongue over his canines – they were normal. The rock-hard erection in his pants was not. He always had simultaneous erections. Fangs, cock. Fangs, cock. That was just how it worked.
She forced herself to stop staring at him. Reacting to him. Those eyes, his strong sculpted arms, his soft delicious lips, his hair, all disheveled and lovely. Did she really want him? How could she when she didn't understand him at all?
Desire so strong that it almost made her cry out, ripped through her, shredding any trace of calm she'd found. Every muscle in her body tensed, every sense sharpening until her whole being was centered on the man before her.
She glanced at him, and then before he realized what she intended to do, she kissed him. The kiss was quick, impulsive.
The brief contact with her body heated his skin as he absorbed her warmth. Need flared. Eric sensed she was regretful, so he stepped away from her. He wanted to pull her back against him and taste her heat, but he didn't.
Why had she kissed him? And why had she allowed herself to react. Were the thoughts going through their minds.
Sookie excused herself to go the bathroom, closing the door she slid to the floor. Her limbs were weak, and her heart seemed to be beating a little out of rhythm. She repeated to herself several times that she wasn't going to be interested in him in any way aside from a friend. But her traitorous mind always returned to their kiss. Not tonight's kiss their first kiss.
That kiss had been the kind a woman would remember years from now when she was old and gray.
Looking in the mirror, she noticed her lower lip appeared a little swollen and her complexion was flushed. She turned on the water, and splashed some onto her face.
She walked back in to the room, she didn't see him. "Eric," she called.
Damn, he loved the soft, slow lilt of her accent. He didn't even have to look at her to feel aroused. Her voice alone made him crazy with wanting her. He came to stand beside her, studying her profile.
His hand came up to caress her cheek, his fingers gentle and reverent over her skin. His eyes held hers, so intense they seemed to glow. "I love how you say my name," he murmured.
Moisture pooled between her thighs, dampening her panties. Her nipples hardened, rasping against the flimsy material of her silk bra. Her mouth watered. She swallowed. Control yourself What was she thinking? What was she doing here?
"I wanted you from the moment I saw you." His voice low, husky. And so sexy. "As crazy as this sounds, I want to be with you, Sookie." He paused, the words sounded silly even to him. "You're the first thing I think of when I awaken. You're the last thing I think of before I sleep."
Deep down if she was honest with herself she'd wanted him too – she couldn't refute it.
Her insides quaked. No one had ever said anything like that before, not even Bill. But could she trust he wasn't just giving her a line? He knew how to manipulate her into doing what he wanted.
"Sookie, say something." His voice uncertain, none of his usual self-assurance laced through the words.
She had to take a chance. She understood his words and felt it; she couldn't seem to stay away from him either. She didn't want to. He looked away from her, his defeated expression telling her he felt like a bewildered child.
"I wanted you too." She admitted her eyelids dipped to half-mast. She did want him, more than she'd let herself believe. "Before - I told myself it was wrong. I told myself I needed to stay away from you. I used Bill as an excuse, it was safe." She looked into his pale eyes, a blue so light.
Eric grabbed her by the hips, pulling her close. Before she realized, her mouth was on his, he was tasting her with a greed he couldn't restrain. She responded, her mouth opening to let him in, their tongues tangling. The kiss grew into frenzy. He wanted to devour her, each brush of their lips, each sweep of their tongues firing his need more, until he couldn't remember wanting anything more than this woman.
She tasted hunger on his lips but he held it in. Again, her body told her this is what she needed. This is what she'd been wanting. He was what she wanted. The need was in control now.
His hands found the hem of her shirt and slipped underneath, long, strong fingers stroking over her skin until they reached her breasts.
He lifted his head, gazing at her intently as if waiting for her to tell him it was alright for him to continue. Her breasts ached. Her nipples strained, swollen and taut against her bra, begging for his touch.
He rasped his thumbs over and around her hardened nipples, pleasure swirling through her with each pass, each twirl.
"Oh my God, Eric," she whimpered, arching against him as he squeezed her, teasing the over-sensitized buds.
He was acting totally on instinct. And every instinct was telling his body he needed to touch her. With his hands. With his mouth. He had to explore every inch of her.
He nudged her chin up and captured her lips. Sookie clutched Eric's shoulders leaning into the kiss. His lips moved over hers, sampling her as if she was some rare delicacy that had to be savored slowly.
He slid her hands down her body to the button of her shorts. He tore his lips away from hers, watching her as he worked the button undone.
She pulled away slightly, her eyes focused on the floor. For the second of the evening he looked uncertain. "Not sure?" He asked.
"It's just that...it's not something I've done." She bashfully admitted.
His frown deepened, not following what she was trying to say. Then he froze. "You are a virgin?" He asked, clearly he thought after all this time she had been intimate with Bill.
She pulled in a deep breath, her face turning pinker by the moment. "Bill and I never..." she couldn't finish the statement, her eyes remained focused on the floor.
"Oh I see," he answered. He found the whole thing very favorable after his initial shock. Of course, how did he not see it. He couldn't remember the last time he had tasted or smelled a mortal that untainted, that pure.
He crooked his index finger under her chin, lifting her head to meet his eyes. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, sweet Sookie." He said, then gave her a small smile.
"I don't know what to say." She admitted. He placed a finger on lips. "Shh."
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue flicked against her bottom lip. Hot, roughened silk added to the warm velvet of his lips. She hesitated at the new sensation. Her body tensed as he pulled her fully against his hard chest. The rippling of his muscles, powerful against her, under her hands.
"Sookie," he murmured against her mouth, his voice heavy with need. His need fired hers, making her body burn. She strained against him, her hand moving over his arms, his shoulders. His mouth became more urgent, moving over hers in hungry kisses. His tongue tasting hers, his hands moving to her hips, walking her backward until she was between his hard chest and the wall. Pinned and trapped.
She pulled away. "Eric, I want to make love with you. Tonight." She said softly.
Eric was sure that he must be hearing things. He had to be. "Are you sure?" What if this was just an impulsive decision brought on by passion?
She stared at him and nodded. "I've never been more certain."
"I don't want you to think you made a mistake later." Now that she admitted her feelings, he truly didn't want that. He couldn't bear for her to pull away once he finally had her.
She laughed. "The fact that you are trying to talk me out of it only makes me more sure."
He smirked at her. "That's all I had to do to convince you?" She laughed again, "Apparently. Now please just kiss me."
He didn't have to be asked twice. He caught her mouth, nudging her soft lips open so he could taste her.
A pleased moan vibrated low in her throat and straight into him. Eric pulled back, looking her in the eyes, she nodded.
He pulled her closer, she sank willingly against him, her hands stroking his face, his chest. Wildly, they consumed each other.
His lips leaving hers to move hungrily over her throat, across her collarbone, she moaned.
He flicked open her shirt's first button, then moved on to the next one. The last button came undone and he pushed the shirt open. His fingers skimmed up her stomach, sending quivers of anticipation scooting across her flesh.
With deliberate slowness, his touch circled a breast, his gaze holding hers, drowning her in the flames of his desire as his caress gradually worked inward, reaching but not quite touching the aching sensitive center.
"Eric, please." She begged. "Not here." He bent and wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, lifted her carrying her effortlessly up the stairs to his bedroom.
He took her hand, kissing her fingers as he pulled her inside. Candles flickered in wall sconces near the king-sized bed, throwing yellow light across the red satin sheets.
She looked around worriedly. "No, I wasn't expecting company. I happen to enjoy the dim lighting." He said with a grin, reassuring her.
God, he wanted this woman. He wanted to do this with her forever, be inside her, feel her heat, her slickness. His body tightened as suddenly his hunger joining his rising desire, sharpening and intensifying the already powerful sensation, until all he could think about was the way it would feel if he drank her blood, while she took his cock into her.
A shard of possessiveness ripped through him. She was his. At least for tonight.
A/N - TBC...that's of course - the more reviews (= love) the quicker we can get to the smutty goodness :)
I had this song "Sunshine" on repeat as I wrote this...I think the words somehow apply to Eric and Sookie's impressive relationship. "Soric" FTW!
Cloudy was the day when Sunshine came into my life
And made it brighter
She touched me with her warmness as the light shines from her smile
She makes me happy
I could never keep myself away 'cause when I'm next to her
I feel the warm rays reaching out from her love
Chorus: She touch me with a smile that glows
I can't go a day without my Sunshine
She warms me with her heart of gold and
I can't go a day without my sunshine
When life's troubles come around
And they start to get me down I call my Sunshine
Because there's no other remedy strong enough for me
Just her
I can never keep myself away 'cause when I'm next to her
I feel those warm rays reaching out from her love
Chorus
Sunshine, Sunshine, Sunshine…
All I wanna say girl…
You know, sometimes sunshine turns to rain…
Every night was the same. The same dream. The same words. The same feeling – emptiness. Eric's last words clanked through her mind like a church bell, she couldn't abandon them. "I'm sorry to see you suffer."