Eager Night

This is my first fic in a long time. I've had the idea floating around for a bit, but just not the motivation to really write it. But here it is! I have the first 3 chapters written. I don't know how often I'll update, but hopefully the motivation will stick around and hang out for a while.

This version of Sookie still isn't overly educated but has a bit more 'school smarts' than Bookie. I've done this basically because when I write I can't stop myself from using the odd 'bigger' word, despite my lack of utilising them in real life. Or we could just say that she really studies her word of the day calendar.

Also, any errors are my own.

Rated M for future lemons.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, though Eric and ASkars own me. Yes, I am theirs.

Chapter 1

I took a deep breath in attempt to school my nerves as I saw the sign.

'Oh God. I'm actually going to do this?'

The breath didn't calm me down and as I pulled into the packed parking lot I forced myself to take a few more and felt my foot tapping on the floor of my car. I was definitely anxious.

As I looked at the line of patrons I saw that I definitely did not fit in with them. 'But wasn't that the point?' A nervous smile crossed my features, because I knew I would never dress like that, regardless of the fact that I didn't even own those kinds of clothes.

I looked in the mirror to reapply my lipstick and closed my eyes for one more deep breath before pasting a fake smile on my face, nodding to myself and stepping out of my car.

I tried to walk with confidence toward the line, but they were all staring at me as though I were a neon pink, tap-dancing koala. I knew they were wondering what the heck someone so obviously 'vanilla' like me was doing here. But I decided to ignore their stares, smoothed the front of my dress, held my head a little higher and put a little sway into my hips to increase my confidence.

I let my mind wander to everything that had happened earlier that day as the line inched forward. Actually, considering its size, it was moving quite quickly. Within twenty minutes I was handing my ID to the statuesque blonde at the door.

"25, hmmm? How sweet it is," she purred as she handed it back, eyeing me from head to toe. I smiled nervously as I headed inside.

The interior of the bar looked exactly how I expected it to look. Red and black everywhere, a lot of gothic extravagance... I almost snickered at the sight but held it in. The fact that it looked so predictable helped calm my nerves and ready me, so I walked over to the bar.

"Gin and tonic, please," I requested. The Native-looking bartender looked at me for a moment before preparing my drink more quickly than I could see. I handed him payment and turned to peruse my surroundings more closely.

Every patron of the bar, except me, was dressed in black and/or red. And a lot of it was vinyl or leather/pleather or lace. And for the female patrons, those articles of 'clothing' left little or nothing to the imagination. I saw two women who were not wearing shirts; instead they had black tape covering their nipples. I blushed and turned away when I saw that. Definitely not a common sight for me.

After a few moments of looking around, my eyes focused on a small stage. Centred on the stage was an honest to goodness throne. And lounging, for 'sitting' did not accurately describe it, but lounging on that throne was a man of pure perfection.

I had known what to expect when I came here, and I had known what to expect when I saw him, heck, I had seen a picture of him which helped prepare me, but seeing him in person... wow.

Even though he was lounging, it was obvious that he was quite tall; taller than the average man by a few inches. And to perfectly compliment that height was what appeared to be a body that was beautifully toned. Not overly muscular where every little bit bulges, but toned where you would be able to see the muscle definition that was earned from hard work, not leg presses, bicep curls, and thousands of crunches each day.

I began a closer look by starting at his feet that were clad in black motorcycle boots, crossed at the ankle. His black jean-clad legs were extremely long and stretched out in front of him. His chest was covered in a leather vest and nothing else, proving, even from my distance, that my assumption about his toned body was correct. His hands were tented in front of his chest (which showed a light dusting of fair hair) and grew from beautifully pale, toned arms. Blond hair, almost the same shade as mine, grazed his broad shoulders, and looked extremely touchable. And his face! Features that were perfectly sculpted, topped by bright blue eyes. Bright blue eyes that were intensely looking straight at me.

Feeling a bit saucy, definitely not normal for me, I quirked an eyebrow and raised my drink in a friendly salute before taking a deep sip through my straw and turning to look around the bar a bit more, avoiding his perplexed look.

My head started bobbing along to the music which was focused on the night time, death and blood. I may be a Christian and not a fan of conspiracy and murder, but when a classic like Boney M.'s 'Rasputin' comes on; you've just got to dance. Especially if you love dancing as much as I do.

Not caring that I didn't have a date or a friend with me to dance with, I quickly finished my drink and started dancing among the throng of scantily clad others. When I dance I'm able to 'let go' and just enjoy myself. I don't care what's going on with others, and my mind can just completely shut down, allowing my body to act of its own accord. I don't often get to experience such freedom.

I was so lost in the movement of my body that it caught me by surprise when I felt someone place their hands on my hips and pull my backside against their front. Their front which appeared to be appreciating my dancing quite a bit.

Still enjoying dancing, I just went with it, moving for myself, though feeling the body behind mine keeping up quite well.

"You move beautifully," a deep voice whispered seductively in my ear. "I can't help but wonder if your movements measure up in other areas."

My inner 'good girl' was cringing at his suggestive comment. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this man wanted to have sex with me, and part of me wanted to turn around and slap him. But I had my suspicion as to who my dance partner was, and if I was right, I had him just where I wanted him.

I turned around and my assumption was proven correct when I looked up, and up, and up into those intense blue eyes that were looking at me with an overwhelming amount of heat. I decided to tell my inner 'good girl' to take a bit of a break, and allow my inner 'bad girl,' whom I had never met, to come out to play.

"Is that so?" I practically purred, a sly smirk taking over my face as I continued moving against him. His response was to growl in my ear.

I may be a good girl, but that growl had an unexpected effect on my lady bits.

Oblivious to our surroundings, we continued our sensual dance, and I'd be lying if I said my inner bad girl wasn't wondering about his movements in other areas as well.

We were rubbing up against each other quite a bit, my breathing becoming quite heavy, and I was surprised at my wanton behaviour, but enjoying every moment that I felt his solid body writhing against mine, his hard length pressed against my stomach. It was quite empowering to know that I was having the same effect on him as he was on me.

It didn't take long before he made his first real move, which was to lean over and lick along the length of my neck. The action caused a shiver to ripple through my body. His tongue then moved a bit higher to suck and nibble on my earlobe.

Panties? Sopping wet.

With the knowledge that I had about vampires, I knew that he was aware of the effect he was having on me. Normally I would be ashamed and embarrassed about not only that knowledge, but the fact that I was having that reaction; that inner good girl of mine must have packed her bags and headed for Fiji because I couldn't care less.

I felt him smirk against my skin and knew that I needed to regain control.

He breathed coolly across my skin as his lips hovered mere inches from mine. I looked into his eyes to see his pupils heavily dilated and his eyes focused on my lips. He moved in to make his move and I pulled my head back, surprising him.

I just smirked at him and continued dancing.

His eyebrow was quirked in surprise for a moment before a smirk crossed his features to mirror my own. He knew I was playing and he was definitely going to enjoy the game.

I poured even more of myself into my movements, dancing more seductively than I ever had before. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I heard a small moan escape his lips, before he leaned forward again in attempt to capture my lips. Anticipating my move, he swooped in more quickly than I could avoid and actually managed to slightly graze mine before I turned my body so my back was to his front.

The growl was back. Was I even wearing panties anymore?

After another 5 minutes or 5 hours of dancing (I had lost track of time), I pulled away, put a perky smile on my face and announced, "I'm positively dying of thirst."

After another quiet groan I saw him eyeing my neck before muttering, "So am I."

Smile still on my face, I headed towards the bar. I slid onto a barstool and felt his hard (all over) body press into my back.

"O negative and a gin and tonic," he informed the bartender.

"How did you know my drink?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"I was watching you earlier," he stated, simply.

"Well that's a bit creepy," I said as I was handed my drink from the bartender.

His response shocked not only me, but apparently every single person, living or dead, within hearing distance. He let out a loud, booming laugh.

"I suppose it would sound that way," he replied, still chuckling softly. "Join me at my table," he added before walking away.

'Manners, please,' I thought to myself as I watched him (really his backside, which was gorgeous) walk away. After a few steps he seemed to realize that I was not following him and stopped, turning to face me. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him as he looked back, obviously not used to people going against his wishes.

He strode back to me and placed his hands on the bar on either side of my body, leaning over me with a completely different kind of growl. "I asked you to follow me."

"You commanded actually, but I was raised with manners, and if you would like my company, I highly suggest you modify your request in that way."

His lip twitched. I knew he was irritated I was defying him, but also amused. "Please join me," he said, holding out his hand.

"There we go," I smiled at him, placing my small hand in his much bigger one as he led me across the bar to a semi-private booth.

"Thank you for the drink," I said as I took a sip after sliding in. Instead of sitting across from me he sat next to me, so close that our sides were touching, his arm across the back of the booth behind me.

"It was my pleasure," He purred the last word, causing more shivers to work down my spine. I smiled at him in response.

"So, Miss..." he started, pausing in request for my name.

"Stackhouse. Sookie Stackhouse," I informed him.

"Miss Stackhouse," he continued, "what brings you to Fangtasia this balmy summer night?"

"I love to dance," was my simple reply. It wasn't a lie.

"Ah, I could see that. And you're quite adept at it. But this doesn't seem like the kind of place that would draw in a delicate flower such as yourself. You're much too sweet."

I couldn't hold in a laugh, "not especially."

My answer amused him. "But that doesn't answer my question. Why did you choose my bar?"

"Your bar? You're the owner?" My eyes widened as though I hadn't known this piece of information.

He appeared taken aback that someone might not know this piece of trivia. "That I am. Eric Northman, at your service," Again with the purring a suggestion.

"Well, Mr. Northman, you may assume I'm a delicate Southern Belle, and in some ways I am, but I'm not as dainty as you might think. You presume to know what kind of person I am based on what? The fact that I'm not wearing black latex and baring my neck at every vampire I see?"

He chuckled, "For starters. White sundresses with red roses are not often seen at vampire bars. But I can tell in more ways that this is not your type of place, and I find myself intrigued."

"What other ways?" I questioned, genuinely curious.

"For starters, most people come to Fangtasia with the hope of being bitten and fucked by a vampire." I blushed at his words as he continued. "That very reaction of yours, enticing as it may be, distinguishes you. I can also tell from your scent that you are inexperienced in the ways of men. Which means that human men are utter fools."

My blush deepened. I knew vampires had strong senses, but I had no idea they could tell something like that. That just by being around me they could sniff out my virginity.

He continued, eyes gazing over my chest, working up to my face. "Vampires are quite skilled in that department. If you came to Fangtasia in hopes of an enjoyably memorable first time, I am more than willing to spend the rest of my night acquainting myself with every delectable inch of your body." He pushed my hair off my shoulder and leaned in to sniff my neck as he whispered huskily, "I can guarantee it will be an experience you will never forget and will never be topped."

His finger traced its way across the deep sweetheart neckline of my dress, grazing the top of my breasts, causing my breath to deepen and goose bumps to rise across my skin. The reactions this man could get out of me.

With hooded eyes I looked into his own which were dark with lust. I leaned in towards him, pressing my breasts against his arm, causing him to let out a low groan. I moved my mouth to his ear and flicked my tongue against his lobe, his fangs fully descended.

"Well, Mr. Northman," I purred in his ear, "that offer sounds mighty hard to resist." I lightly traced my finger across his chest, which was rock hard. "I can tell it would definitely be quite pleasurable," I added a suggestive purr to the last word, just like him.

I could tell his anticipation was growing, so I went in for the kill, seductively whispering "Unfortunately that's not why I'm here."

I somehow pulled myself away from him to sit flat on the bench. It took him a moment to realize what I had said before his eyes focused on me with anger.

"What?"

"Sheriff Northman, I'm the Queen's new asset. I believe you were expecting me?"

His fangs were extended for a completely different reason as he glared at me through angry eyes. This was not a vampire that enjoyed being played.

"Explain yourself," he hissed.

"Please." I added to his statement. This time he was not amused, so I continued. "I intend to, however I don't think this discussion should take place in public."

He appeared to agree as he stood. "Follow me." After a beat he spat out "please."

I stood with him as he led the way to his office. He must have mentally reached out to his child, because almost immediately we were joined by the gorgeous blonde from the door.

Eric sat at the chair behind the desk and I took one of the seats in front of it. The female vampire stood to the side, watching.

"Explain now," he insisted, still glaring at me.

Peeved at his returning lack of manners, I turned to the other vampire. "Since Mr. Rude here won't do it, I'll introduce myself. Sookie Stackhouse."

She appeared amused, "Pam."

Eric was very irritated now, "Lovely. You can exchange makeup tips when we are finished, if I decide to let you go. Explain."

I had to hold back from rolling my eyes. "You should probably be a bit nicer to me, Sheriff. The Queen has gained me as an asset for a reason, and it's not my breasts or dancing skills. So if you want to learn about what I can do, and possibly have access to my skill, be polite. Cause trust me... it's goooood." Playing it up couldn't hurt right now.

Pam still looked amused. Eric looked like he wanted to pounce. "Explain, please."

"Thank you," I said, in reference to his forced manners. I knew I was walking a thin line, but I also knew he couldn't do anything to me. I needed to rein in my feistiness a bit, though. I made sure I had their attention before I started my story.

"I was at work earlier this evening. I'm a waitress at a bar in Bon Temps called Merlotte's..."