Future Starts Slow (song by The Kills)
Just playing with some of the scenes from the Season 4 trailers. Song found from the trailers as well. May be a one shot, or only a few chapters, or random ficlets, who knows? MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4!
Disclaimer: All characters and ideas are owned by Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball. I am just forced to play with them while I wait for the new season.
Chapter 1: "I'll Never Give You Up"
Sookie continues to dream of Eric,… sort of,… *wink, wink* Lemons of course!
SPOV
"Oh, God….Yes,…yes! Oh, fu-!"
"Grrrnnnggg,… cum for me lover,…now!"
I gasped, my eyes shot open and my body shook, startled by the intensity of the dream. The bath water around me splashed as I looked around, realizing I had fallen asleep in the tub.
I laid back, exhaling, trying to relax my frazzled nerves. I had come back the night before,… from Fae World,… or whatever the hell they called it,… I didn't really know, I just had to get the heck out of there. It was all sunshine and rainbows at first, but then they were tryin' to poison me with some 'light fruit' phony bologna, and then I saw my Gran-daddy Earl! Turns out, he wasn't dead after all, they just kidnapped him twenty years ago and now he can't come back ever,… and then some Queen Fairy bitch went after me,… it just wasn't a good time. I shook my thoughts away and tried my best to relax again,… I thought a nice soothing bath would help, but I had gotten too cozy and fell asleep and dreamed about that god damn, blood sucking, a-hole again. Ugh! He makes me so insane!
Anyways, I had come back last night, and upon reaching my house, Bill had approached me,… blabbing his bullshit again. Then, Eric came. I guess they thought I wanted a fricken 'Welcome Back' party, the high-handed, no good, lying, manipulative jerks!
But,… Eric said some things, and well,… ugh, I don't know. They made my insides all mushy, okay? He said,… he said everyone gave up on me. I had been gone awhile, I guess,… and everyone just,… gave up. But Eric never stopped looking for me. He came to my house every night,… so he says,… and then searched everywhere he could. He had others keeping an eye out for me as well,… but he didn't stop.
Bill stopped. He even went and became some kind of Vampire Mayor or some shit and has fang-bangers lined up to please him every damn night!
Whatever,… my main issue, right now, is that, I, Sookie Stackhouse, can not for the life of me get that god damned Viking out of my fricken head! Ugh! Stupid Sookie! Stupid, stupid, stupid! I will never forgive myself for getting tricked by him back in Dallas. When will these thoughts and dreams and desires wear the heck off?
I was getting all prune-y and cold and decided to get out of the tub. I grabbed a fluffy towel and began drying off a bit, and realized I forgot to bring fresh clothes into the bathroom with me. No biggie. I was all alone in my house anyways, who would see me if I waltz around naked? No one.
I started for the door to my bedroom and went to the dresser drawer. I bent over, pulling it open and grabbed a hot pink nighty out, when I heard someone clear their throat.
"OH MY GOD!" I shrieked, spinning around and clutching the nighty to my chest haphazardly. My jaw dropped at the sight of, speak of the devil, Eric, drinking in my mostly naked, and still wet, body.
"Jesus, Eric! What the fuck?" I yelled, angry and confused as hell. My heart was racing a mile a minute!
He smirked, staring at my body, and his brow quirked up. I clenched my thighs together, angry at the warming sensation that my lady bits got when he made that face.
He chuckled a bit, and said, in a cocky as hell tone, "Ooh, lingerie? For me?" Ugh, stupid, sexy, cocky bastard!
My,… nether regions,… oh, hell, forget being lady-like, I'm already going to hell in a hand-basket with those naughty dreams,… My pussy!, ached at the sound of his voice. I felt a small tingle from my toes to my spine to my clit! God, save me, please! Wait a minute,…
"Is this another dream?" I ask, feeling certain I must still be sleeping, because why else would he be here? And why else would I be so horny and hot for him? Totally another dream,…
"It's not a dream," he said simply, still smirking.
"Are you sure? How else would you have gotten in here? I rescinded your invitations-"
"No,… you rescinded Bills invitation,… you need to specify clearer,…with names. You never told me specifically that I was not welcome."
"Well, that's inconvenient,… but how come I'm so freaking turned on? Hm? How you gonna explain that? It has to be another dream, they are always like this!"
"Really? Tell me, Sookie,… what happens in these,… dreams?" His smirk turned deadly. He looked like he wanted to eat me. Another ripple of lust fluttered through my body. I shifted on my feet, growing more uncomfortable. I hope my thighs were wet from the bath, and not from being aroused. Wake up, wake up!
"Well,… you know,… stuff! Sexy stuff,… like this,… but seriously, when will they stop? I'm sick of dreaming!" I may have stomped my foot like a child. May have.
He chuckled and came closer, slowly, saying deeply, "I told you,… this is not a dream. You do not have to dream of fucking me, anymore."
The way he said 'fucking me' definitely got me wet. Moist thighs, not from the bath! Holy Jesus!
I gulped and asked softly, as he grew closer, "What do you want from me?"
"Everything." His eyes were dark and hooded, and he growled a bit with his simple, yet strong answer. Wake up, wake up! Damn it!
I shut my eyes tight and whimpered, "Come on, Sookie, wake up! Wake up, please, please!"
I felt his cold hand trailing up my arm, tickling my neck and then caressing my face. He cupped my cheek and said, "Look at me, Sookie."
I opened my eyes and exhaled. His bright blue eyes were staring at me, begging me. For what? He never begged in my dreams, I always gave in! Why wasn't I giving in?
"Pinch me," I squeaked out.
He raised his brows in confusion, making the most adorable 'what the fuck' face I've ever seen. Focus Sookie!
"Pinch me,… if it hurts, then I'm awake. Right?"
"Oh,…" he said, then-
"OW, SHIT, FUCK! Eric!" Yep, he pinched my bare ass, and it was definitely going to bruise. Oh shit, wait, then- "Oh my god, I'm really awake, and you are really in my room, and I'm really naked! Oh no!"
"Oh, yes."
I pushed against him and he stumbled back, like barely a centimeter, as I tried to move away from him.
"Eric! No! Back the frig up, right now!"
He growled and his face grew angry, as he snarled at me, "No! Sookie, you. Are. Mine."
I trembled, both with fear and fucking lust, what is wrong with me!
I managed to whimper out a pathetic, "No,…"
He moved closer, with vampire speed, until my butt was leaning against my window seat and he was hovering over me.
He slowly put each hand down on the seat beside me, trapping me. I took in a sharp inhale at his proximity, and his fangs dropped down.
"You don't mean that," he said softly, the anger in his eyes dissipating. Now he just looked turned on. Join the club, ugh.
I tried to nod, and squeaked out quickly, "Y-yes,.. I mean it,… I'm my own. I'm nobodies. Just mine. Me, Myself and I."
His lips turned up slightly, as his eyes trailed over my face. I added 'amused' to the look I think I saw on his face.
"Can you share with me, then?" he asked gently, sounding like a child begging to play with a toy.
Was he kidding? Oh, lord, he's giving me a sad puppy face. Oh my god, I want him- No! No! I don't! Shit!
He stopped the adorable lip pout and smirked again, saying smugly, "Mmm, is that a yes, then?"
"What? I didn't say anything!" I said, scoffing.
"No,… but I can smell your arousal for me, lover. It is quite enchanting,…" He moved his nose to my neck and inhaled, growling, then moved his face lower,… to my chest,… his cold breath moved across my breasts and my nipples hardened underneath the thin fabric I had clutched to my body. He moved one hand from the seat next to me, to my thigh. I flinched, but he held firm. He moved it to lift the nighty from my lap, and as the cool air hit my hot skin, I gasped.
"Eric,… no,…"
His eyes looked up into mine, and he squinted them a bit, as if he was analyzing me. 'Don't do that!' I wanted to yell, but my throat was dry and my hoo-ha was screaming, 'Yes! Do it!'
"Are you sure, Sookie?"
I gulped and couldn't force an answer. I couldn't even shake my head yes or no.
"You need to tell me, Sookie. Do you want me? Or not?"
My breathing grew heavier, and my hands began to shake. I felt butterflies exploding in my tummy,… did I want him? Of course I did! But I couldn't tell him that, could I?
I gave a slight nod,… I think,… shit, why did I do that? I couldn't remember! My body was betraying me!
He raised a brow and gave a hopeful smile, "Yes?"
I nodded more,… still unable to voice it. He bit his lip slightly and looked me over,… fuck he was cute and sexy at the same damn time! Smug jerk.
He kneeled down in front of me, and then looked to my face again. "May I touch you, Sookie?"
Again, nodding. Where's my vocal cords? I clutched the nighty tighter against my chest, feeling nervous and excited and fucking scared as hell.
He moved his hand back to my thigh, and caressed it gently, then deepened his grip and massaged it. The feeling was sending shock waves to my clit, making me clench my inner muscles uncontrollably. His hand moved from my outer thigh, to inner, and I froze. His fingers played with the hem of the nighty, and he tugged a bit, peaking up at me with question in his eyes. I took that look as him asking for more permission, and I slowly lifted my hands from the fabric. I spread my legs apart as the nighty fell from my chest and to the floor between us.
His expression grew hard, his eyes darkened further, and his fangs ran further out. God, they were long. He was staring at my body, and I grew self-conscious, and went to cover myself with my hands. He quickly grabbed them, stopping me, and shook his head.
"No,… don't cover yourself,…" He gulped and stared into my eyes, "You're more fucking perfect than I imagined," he whispered, harshly. I think that was a compliment, right?
I gulped and whispered back, shakily, "Th-thanks,…"
He shook his head no and said, dazed, his eyes now on my chest, "No,… thank you."
"Uh,…your welco-"
He cut me off at the last second, "Shut up," and kissed me, oh dear lord! His mouth pressed against mine as his hands cupped the sides of my face, holding me still. I gasped and his tongue darted into my mouth, tasting like heaven. I moaned as he massaged my tongue with his, and brought my hands to his shoulder and neck. I grasped the hair at the nape of his neck, as his one hand slid to the back of my head. His fingers laced through my hair, and gripped slightly. I gripped his hair, harder, and he growled into my mouth. His breathing matched mine, fast and harsh, even though he didn't need the oxygen. This kiss was even better than the one in his office!
The hand left on my face moved to my ass, and slid down to the back of my knee as he pulled me onto his kneeling form. He sat back on his haunches as my ass bounced onto his lap. I squealed a bit, and giggled at the sudden move. He smirked against my mouth as he continued to kiss me. He held my naked body tight against his clothed one, and took the hand from my hair and trailed it down my back. He caressed around to my side and down my belly, further down to pass over my clit. His fingers slid through my folds, and back up to the bundle of nerves. I jerked on his lap as he pulled his mouth away.
He gasped out against my lips, "You are so fucking wet for me, lover."
I whimpered as he alternated his fingers from my clit to my opening, spreading my juices. Our foreheads were pressed together as he touched me, my breathing still heavy and labored. His hand on my back moved slowly, caressing me.
"Shhh, breathe lover,… I can't fuck you properly if you pass out from lack of oxygen," he said softly, and humorously, against my lips. His cold breathe against my wet lips made them shiver with want. I wanted his mouth again. Now!
I moved my mouth to his, searching for another kiss. He kissed me back, passionately, and slowly. His fingers pushed slightly inside of me, causing my whole body to shake now. He moved them in, then out and up to my clit, over and over, each time going in deeper. My hands were gripping his shoulders now, my finger nails, undoubtedly, digging into his skin. The sensations he was causing inside of me were excruciatingly perfect.
I pulled my lips from his and gasped, "Eric,… oooh!" My jaw dropped open as my voice disappeared. My breaths were coming in short, harsh pants as he reached further into me, adding a third finger. I moaned and gritted my teeth, shutting my eyes tight as the pleasure continued to take over me.
He growled, "Cum for me lover,… let me feel your tight, wet pussy clench around my fingers,…"
"Oh, fuuck," I gasped out. God, that dirty mouth was hot! I felt I needed more, and leaned backwards, placing my hands on the ground behind me, arching my back. I pushed my hips closer to him, as he pushed further into me.
"Eric! Eric,… more,… please,… oh my god!" I panted out, throwing my head back. My feet met the ground on either side of him as I stretched my legs, pushing my hips up higher. I thrust my hips slightly, urging his hand to fuck me harder and faster. I felt I was almost there,… so close!
He growled, "Yes! Fuck yourself with my hand, lover,… cum for me,… fuck,… Sookie, I want to taste your sweet cum on my fingers,… now!"
He pushed in one last time, so far into me, hitting that magic spot, and I went blind and deaf, as sparks ignited underneath my skin, bursting through every nerve in my body from my womb to my head to my toes and back again. All I could hear was my screams of passion. I cried out his name, and all other names holy I could think of. He was a fucking god!
I felt my arms and legs begin to give way and my orgasm continued to rip through me, at an agonizingly slow, yet deliciously perfect rate. It just kept fucking going! Eric suddenly scooped me up into his arms and cradled me into his chest, kissing my face all over as I recovered. My vision and hearing came back, as I watched him nuzzle his face to my breasts, his eyes closed and fangs out, purring against my skin. He gently pushed two fingers back into me, and I jolted with surprise as my nerves were still firing. He pulled out quickly and brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue darted out and licked along his long fingers, before he shoved them into his mouth and he sucked on them, purring and growling in pleasure. Holy fuck.
I shuddered against him, gasping for air and feeling cold now that my body was lit on fire. He opened his eyes and pulled his fingers from his mouth. His eyes were hooded and so dark, they looked black.
He said, in a deep, lustful voice, "You taste incredible, my lover."
I just stared back at him, still trembling, still gasping for air. My entire body was soaked from my sweat, and I could not for the life of me stop shaking. He kept his eyes on me, as he pushed his fingers into me again, making me whimper. He pulled them out and brought them to my lips, his eyes focused on them as he motioned his chin up for me to 'go ahead' and taste.
I opened my mouth slightly, and ran my tongue over the tips, not sure of myself. He trembled as he let out a struggled breath and tilted his head a bit as he watch my mouth in awe. I grabbed his wrist gently and moved my mouth over his two fingers, taking them into my mouth fully and sucking on them, tasting myself. He gripped me tightly against him with his one arm and watched me. He looked like a horny teenager watching his first porno. Cute and sexy, damn him!
I slid his fingers out slowly, trailing my tongue behind until they were clean.
"I want to taste you now," I said, my voice sounding foreign to me. I might as well have said, 'Please, Master, let me have your cock!' I sounded like a sex kitten begging to be punished! Oohh,… I want to do that later!
He trembled again and groaned, then brought his hand to my face and pulled it to his, kissing me hard on the lips. His fang nipped my bottom lip, accidentally, and I gasped. He pulled away slightly, and licked my lip, cleaning it and healing it. My blood on his tongue made him growl deep in his chest, making me wet all over again.
Before I could even blink, we were moving. I was on the bed in an instant, and he was half way to naked, kneeling on the bed next to me. I got up and pushed him backward, then straddled his waist, facing his feet. I leaned forward and pushed his pants the rest of the way down. His hard cock sprung up, and I instantly felt wetter. He groaned and I peaked over my shoulder at him.
"You like my wet pussy on your tummy?" I asked, with a mix of seductive and cute in my voice. Like a naughty school girl. Jeez, where did this come from? Who am I?
He nodded vehemently and lifted his head a bit, reaching forward so his hands could caress my back and ass in front of him. I bit my lip and turned back to his graciously large cock. A gracious plenty indeed.
I stroked it gently with my hand, then leaned over and pressed my lips to the head for a kiss. His pre-cum dribbled out and my tongue instantly lapped it up. Moaning at the pleasurable taste of him, I ground my hips on top of him, trying to create a friction against my clit. His hands gripped my hips tightly and his fingers dug into my skin. He was shaking a bit, and growling low. I licked the slit over the tip before I took him into my mouth, moving my tongue around him a bit to lube him up. I lifted my mouth from him and licked up his shaft like a lollipop before plunging my mouth down on him again, taking as much as I could before moving back up and circling my tongue and lips around the tip. He groaned and pushed his hips upward.
"Ungg, fuck,… Sookie, lover,… your mouth is so warm,… oh fuck!" He gasped out. He pulled my hips backward up his chest a bit, laying me out more on top of him. As I worked him with my mouth, his one hand caressed over my ass, then moved down to my folds, spreading my wetness again. I moaned over his cock, and he gasped, pushing a finger inside of me slightly, then pulling out and fingering my soaking labia. I relaxed my throat and took him further, swallowing his cock down. He groaned and spouted curses from his lips in harsh gasps and growls. Suddenly, he lifted my hips up, and his mouth latched onto my lower lips and clit, sucking hard. I cried out over his cock, quickening my pace and sucking him harder as his tongue and teeth fucked my cunt. I felt myself losing control, and as I came into his mouth, he pushed his hips up slightly and stilled, then shuddered as he shot his release down my throat. I swallowed it down and waited for his cock to cease stirring in my mouth, before I released him with a pop. I gave it one last lick for good measure and he whimpered.
Suddenly, he flipped me around, and was hovering over me, his eyes still as dark as the deep ocean, an animalistic look on his angelic face. He put his hand to my cheek and caressed it with his thumb, then said softly, "You are too good at that, lover."
I gave him an innocent smile and shrugged a shoulder. He smirked and his eyes twinkled, as he whispered, "Let me make love to you, Sookie."
I looked over his features, his eyes,… the hope and want in them,… I nodded and said softly, "I want you to, Eric,… please."
He nodded gently and his eyes kept locked with mine as he brought his other hand between us. He pressed the tip of his cock to my center, and pushed forward a bit. I gasped and cried out softly at the slight pain of him stretching me. He stopped moving, partly inside of me, and caressed my face.
"It's alright, lover,… I promise,… trust me," he whispered. I nodded, forcing back the tears I felt coming. He was huge!
He pushed forward again, and I gritted my teeth, holding my breath. My arm was outstretched next to me, and he moved his hand from between us to grasp mine. I held it tightly as he pushed further in, fully sheathing himself inside of me, finally! I exhaled in relief and he smiled. Not a smirk, but a beautiful, true smile, like the ones he always wore in my dreams. I brought my other hand up to his face, pulled it to mine and kissed him softly.
He whispered against my lips, "Are you okay?"
I nodded and whispered back, "Perfect."
He looked into my eyes, unsure, searching them with a strange expression on his face. He smiled softly then, and moved gently inside of me, pushing and pulling out slowly. I exhaled a shaky breath and moved my hand to his strong back, holding him to me. He moved our joined hands up to lay on the pillows, curling our arms around over my head. He kept close to me, our eyes never leaving the others. Our fingers entwined as he continued to thrust gently into me, causing delicious sparks to slowly ignite inside. This wasn't the fast paced, hard, dirty fucking we experienced only moments ago, or in my other dreams,… this was,… so incredibly,… sweet? Amazing? Incredible? Passionate, and emotional and raw. He was truly making love to me, and it felt,… right. Huh.
He moved a little faster, but kept gentle. I was shaking, my limbs trembling under him as he pressed his forehead to my cheek. I felt his eyelashes flutter against my skin, and I closed my eyes, letting my body take over. I was surrounded and filled by him, and it was everything I ever dreamed of and more. I let out a breathy moan and grasped his back as he pushed into me harder and firmer. I felt him hit my spot perfectly each time, and I cried out.
"Eric,… Eric! Ohh! Ahh!"
"Say it again, lover,… please!" He begged me, panting, his forehead still laying on my cheek and his eyes squeezed shut.
I cried out, but he spoke breathily again, desperate, "I need to hear my name on your lips,… let me know that it is I who makes you feel this way,… that I'm not dreaming of making love to you anymore,… that it's real,… Sookie!"
I tried my best to speak between gasps, "Eric,… it's real,… not dream,… god, so good, baby,… oh! Oh! Eric, yes, oh god,… please, baby,… cum inside of me, I need you!"
He brought his face up and his eyes bore into mine fiercely, his lips trembled a bit, and then he breathed out, "I love you, Sookie."
I felt like all the air left my body, and then suddenly a burst of pleasure exploded inside of me as my muscles spasmed out of control. I held onto him tightly as he thrusted once, twice, three more times and came shooting into me, causing me to clench my muscles around his cock again, milking him.
I cried out and gasped as I clung to him, trying to stop the pleasure throbbing through me. It was so much, I thought I was going to burst into flames! He held me close to his body and nuzzled his face into my neck, kissing it. I was prepared for him to bite me, but he never did. He just kept kissing my skin and whispering softly in his native tongue. I rubbed his back soothingly as I felt he was shaking as well. He pulled backwards, moving us onto our sides facing each other, still embraced. He moved my wet hair from my face and smoothed it back, looking at me.
He rubbed his thumb over my cheek and said softly, with blood tears smarting his eyes, "You're so beautiful, Sookie."
I smiled softly at him, feeling like my heart was going to burst. I leaned closer and pressed my lips to his gently, peaking my tongue through to taste him, then pulled back till just our noses were touching. He closed his eyes and sighed, content.
I was curious, and had to know, "Why didn't you bite me?"
He kept his eyes closed and nuzzled my nose with his a bit, responding, "I am a man at heart, who is in love with a woman. The monster in me is at peace when I am with you,… your blood is surprisingly the last thing on my mind."
I felt a lump in my throat, and my eyes grew watery. "Oh, Eric," I breathed out, shocked at how much that meant to me. He loved me for me.
He opened his eyes a bit, and smiled softly, brushing the stray tear away from my face, "I never gave up on you, and I never will. You are everything and more to me, Sookie Stackhouse."
I nodded slightly, smiling, the tears falling more freely down my cheeks. I grew very tired, then, and said, "Don't let me wake up from this one,… I know you manipulate these dreams,… this was a really good one,… I don't want to wake up."
He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, then whispered, "A time will come when we can be together in the waking world, my love. Maybe when we aren't so stubborn,… Good Morning, my dear, sweet girl."
I opened my eyes, and the light shown through my windows. I was alone, in my bed, clutching my pillow where Eric had been. But it was just another dream.
They were always just dreams. I found myself crying at the loss of that perfect, yet fictional moment. I was in love with him, through dreams, but in reality,… well,… maybe I could be a little nicer to him. But, like Dream Eric said, we were both very stubborn.
I wiped my eyes and got up, realizing that I was naked under the covers. I guess I never got dressed after my bath,… I went to the bathroom and spotted myself in the mirror. I had bruises on my hips,…
I gasped and touched them to investigate, and they hurt a bit. What the heck did I bump into? I saw my pink nighty on the floor outside the bathroom door, and went to pick it up. I slid it over my head and when I peaked out from under it again, I spotted a piece of paper on my night stand.
I walked over to it, and found it had elegant script handwriting on it.
Good Morning, my dear, sweet girl,
It was not a dream. You had fallen asleep, and began spouting nonsense that I made this a 'really good one', so I humored you. I will come back at first dark, my lover, for I fear I miss your presence already.
Forever yours,
E
Oh. Well,… shit!
AN: Well? What do you think? Should I do some more? Continue with this, or do other ficlets involving some S4 trailer scenes? LET ME KNOW! :-)