A/N: All of this was written from the little hints that were dropped in the promo for episode 3x10 "I Smell a Rat." I used some of the direct lines between Eric and Sookie. I don't like the fact that Sookie had sex with Bill after they came back to Bon Temps, so we're going to pretend that never happened. Things are not hunky-dory with them (Sookie still has a broken heart), and they certainly haven't been telling each other their I love you's.

I might continue this story, I might not. It all depends on the feedback I get and if you guys want more! Please let me know!

Enjoy!~

No More Heartache, No More Regrets

by Xernes

Taking the exit on the right, Sookie turned off the highway and pulled into the mostly deserted parking lot at Fangtasia. The vampire bar wasn't open yet, which explained why it wasn't packed with fangbangers, but it still felt ominous. The last time Sookie was here, she came to ask Eric for help finding Bill. That was when Eric had told her that she made him feel almost human again. Sookie was certain that their conversation would be very different tonight.

Pam was the first vampire she saw. "Good evening, Sookie," she sad nonchalantly as she adjusted her breasts in her filmy vampire costume that she was wearing for the night. Pam's blue eyes took in Sookie's appearance, examining her gray Bon Temps t-shirt and jean shorts, and her pink glossy lips pulled up ever so slightly at the corners. "I see you did not dress up for Eric."

"I wasn't aware I had to," Sookie responded sarcastically as she latched her hands on her hips. "Where is he?"

"Waiting for you in the back," Pam said simply, pointing back toward Eric's office before she tended to the bar. "Be sure to close the door behind you."

Sookie quickly walked back to Eric's office and knocked on the door lightly. At the sound of his muffled "come in," Sookie grasped the handle and swung the door open. Eric was perched behind his desk, looking handsome and lethal all at the same time in his black tank top and dark jean pants. When Sookie felt a deep pull in her lower abdomen at the sight of him, Sookie cursed Eric's dang blood that resided in her body and shut the door quickly behind her.

"I am glad you decided to show up, Sookie," Eric said smoothly, motioning to a chair in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat."

"You didn't give me much of a choice," Sookie huffed before retiring in front of Eric's desk. She sat on the edge of the stainless steel chair delicately and crossed one leg over the other. "What did you want to talk about that simply could not be dealt with over the phone?"

Eric released a small, airy laugh. He shifted in his seat and whispered, "Did you get my message from your cousin?"

Sookie nodded stiffly. "I did."

"Why didn't you listen to it?" Eric asked slowly; his voice sounded deadly and his eyes were piercing, searching for an answer from the human that caused him to have inappropriate and inconvenient thoughts that he didn't quite understand. "You know you can't trust Bill."

Her lips were pressed into a thin line. "You haven't told me why I can't trust him," Sookie argued.

"Didn't Russell show you that file he is keeping on you? Isn't that evidence enough?" In one brilliant moment when Russell Edgington truly trusted Eric Northman, he shared the file, showing Eric just what information Bill had collected on her over the years about her little mental condition.

She stilled at the mere mention of it. "He did show me," Sookie said sadly. Oh, how it hurt so much to see all that information. She wasn't a research project, but that's what she felt like to Bill. It was as if all those months of love meant nothing at all. Maybe he was only with her for ulterior motives—to collect more information about her. Sookie had to control herself to keep from shaking with anger. "Bill said he only had that file so he'd know how to better protect me."

"He says that, but that does not mean you should believe his words," Eric said with agitation, reaching out to place his cool hand on Sookie's warm one. "He has not been truthful to you."

Sookie could feel her eyes start to well up with tears, but she refused to cry in front of Eric. "Then what is the truth?"

Eric shrugged. "Bill has to be the one to tell you that since he is the vampire who has deceived you." Eric knew the truth, not because anyone told him, but because Eric was a clever vampire. It was Bill's place, and duty, to be honest to Sookie. Eric could only hope that whatever lies he had would upset her enough to leave him for good.

"Well, you're an awful lot of help," Sookie chided back in a snooty tone. She hated all the damn secrets! Why was she always the last to know everything, even with matters that concerned her? It hardly seemed fair.

In less than a second, Eric was sitting on his desk with random papers flying all over, facing Sookie. "I have been help to you," he said, leaning in closer to Sookie so he could feel her warm, quick breath on his undead flesh. He could hear her heart pounding, quick and healthy. "I told you not to trust Bill. You're the one who did not heed my advice."

The ache in her core grew more intense with him so close to her, his eyes all over her. In that moment, it was as if Bill no longer existed, and everything that was troubling her heart seemed to melt from her body, down to the floor. Gone was all Sookie's hopes to fix her relationship with her boyfriend, if he even was her boyfriend anymore. What replaced them was a deep desire for Eric's hands all over her, then his mouth quickly following. Fucking blood bond. "U-uh, is that all you wanted to discuss?"

"Actually," Eric said softly, his voice a purr. He reached his hand out to slowly run his fingers through Sookie's blond, wavy hair, and loved how she shivered from his touch. "There is something else that I would like to discuss."

It should be illegal for a touch to feel so good, Sookie thought. "What is it?"

Eric scooted a bit closer to Sookie, bringing his mouth close to her ear to whisper, "I am in trouble. I did something very bad." Just the way he said that made Sookie wish he'd do bad things with her. When she shifted her legs, she felt the dampness that had developed between her legs, and her cheeks flushed five shades of red because of it. "My life is threatened, and if I meet the true death without having at least kissed you, it would be my biggest regret."

A soft moan worked its way up Sookie's tense throat and out of her hot mouth. She had known that Eric craved her blood, and possibly a night of passionate sex with her, but never did she think he desired such an intimate act as kissing her. At his words, her body was screaming at her to offer herself to him completely, but her heart held her back. "Your biggest?" Sookie asked in a tiny voice.

"Yes." Eric allowed his fingertips to free themselves from Sookie's blond hair in order to travel down her bare, tanned neck. His fangs clicked down into place when she tilted her head so that more of her flesh was available to him. "Would you allow me to kiss you so that I do not die with any regrets?"

Well damn, Sookie was definitely stuck between a rock and a hard place. One part of her wanted to hate Eric, to blame him for all the bad stuff that had happened, even the things that were not his fault. But an even bigger part of her wanted to give herself up to him, allow him to do whatever kind of nasty and perverted things he wanted to do with her since she probably wanted to do the exact same, and forget all about her heartache with Bill Compton. After get used to regular sex, and then suddenly not having it for a couple of weeks, Sookie felt like she was going to fall apart at the seams. Perhaps her deep ache to have an orgasm again was what possessed her to finally say, "You can kiss me."

Before Sookie could change her mind, Eric was kneeling in front of her with his hand snaked around the nape of her neck to pull her close. Very gently, he pressed his lips to hers in a slow kiss, marveling at how soft and warm she felt here. Sookie sighed against his lips and melted into his body, placing one of her hands on his shoulder, and twisting the other in his blond locks. Her mouth opened to his, and his expert tongue immediately plunged inside, exploring and massaging wherever he could desperately as if her kiss was the only thing worth keeping his wasted self alive. And in a way, it was. In several ways, she was.

Eric eased Sookie back into the chair, quickly got her gray Bon Temps t-shirt off, and tossed it over his shoulder. As he placed soft kisses on her neck, licking and sucking at her skin, his hand fondled her breasts through the cotton material of her bra. Sookie gasped beneath him, arching her body into his touch. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, deep chills traveled down her spine and electric sparks ran through her veins, causing her toes to point and curl towards the concrete floor.

Sookie's hands clawed at Eric's back when she felt him reach around her to unbuckle her bra. "What are you doing?" she managed to ask as she reluctantly tried to push Eric away. "I only said you could kiss me."

"You never specified where I could kiss you," Eric told her, getting rid of her bra in the same fashion as her shirt. He pressed his cool palms against her small mounds, kneading them in his hands and rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs over her nipples in small circles until they hardened into reddened nubs. "I simply assumed that I could kiss you anywhere I pleased." Eric pulled a hand away so that he could kiss one of her soft breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipple before he grazed his fangs across her sensitive skin ever so lightly. "Unless you want me to stop?"

How could she tell him to stop after he had gotten this far? Sookie tossed her head back to rest against the top of the steel chair, and said, "I don't." That was the complete truth.

Eric's lips curled into a smile against her heated, soft breasts. After all this time of trying to seduce the most difficult human he'd ever met, Eric was finally successful. He placed countless wet kisses from Sookie's breasts down her flat stomach to the waistband of her jean shorts, leaving evidence where he jutted his tongue out and swept it across her delicious flesh.

He popped open the button, unzipped her shorts, and pulled them off before Sookie could even begin to register what was happening. Eric noticed a damp stain on her cotton panties and how they stuck to her hot flesh, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. With Sookie like this, Eric could smell her scent so clearly; heavy and thick like the sea. He didn't remove her panties right away; instead, he enjoyed them, bringing his face down between her quivering thighs and pressing his open mouth to her wet center before he inhaled a deep breath that was quite unnecessary for him, but necessary for Sookie's pleasure.

Sookie's body contorted, writhing beneath him, wanting to get away because his mouth on her was almost too much, but wanted to arch her hips up for more contact also. When she felt Eric's sharp tongue languidly lap at her through the material before taking them off, Sookie shut her eyes tightly and gripped the arm rests of the chair so hard that her knuckles turned white.

"You really don't want me to stop. You're so wet and ready," Eric mused at the sight of her before he ran one long finger in between her warm, moist folds to separate them. Her milky wetness was dripping slowly from her hungry center; Eric caught some of the fluid with a swipe of two of his fingers before he brought them up to his mouth to sample her sweet taste. A deep guttural groan released from Eric's parted lips, and he plunged his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking off every remnant of her taste, as well as lathering his fingers up for her.

The way Eric's tongue swirled and sucked was a promise of what was to come, and Sookie started to twist wantonly, elevating her hips up to Eric's face. "Please now," Sookie managed through a high-pitched sigh.

Eric smirked before he slid his two long fingers easily inside of her. Sookie moaned and thrust her hips down at his touch as she eased her body to relax around him. Sookie was so slick and warm; he could even feel her excited heartbeat pounding deep inside, and the lovely feeling made Eric's pants strain and tent in an instant. He almost removed his fingers completely before he shoved back inside of her, curling his fingers up slightly to brush right there. Eric loved how Sookie's body stilled, then twisted, and then stilled again as if it wasn't sure what to do.

As she got more moist around him, she also got a bit tighter as a warning that her orgasm was on its way, and Eric leaned down to capture her small bundle of nerves in his mouth. Sookie was near sobbing when Eric's tongue worked at her in small circles, allowing his fangs to graze over her every now and then to produce a light sting that drove her crazy. She was practically fucking Eric's hand and thrusting her nub into his mouth until her body stilled, her back arching like a taut bow, and sharp, staccato cries rose from her throat. Sookie clamped around Eric's fingers like a hot vise, pulsing and throbbing, pulling them in further as she rode out her orgasm. Eric hungrily lapped up every single drop of fluid she released as if it were blood.

He pulled away from her with the same smile he had on his face before he started, but his mouth was slightly swollen and shiny with her fluid. With Eric's eyes on Sookie, he poked his tongue out dragged it across his lips to feast off the last remnants of Sookie's arousal. "I don't know why we didn't do that before now."

"Because I was with Bill before," Sookie said in a sated, weak voice. Her body was slumped on the chair and her head was resting against the back. Her thighs were still quivering lightly from the aftermath of her release.

"It's a good thing you no longer are," Eric said slyly, giving her thighs a gentle, affectionate squeeze. "Maybe one night we can go further so that I can meet the true death with absolutely no regrets." His large, cool hand gently slide across her lower belly before he reached down to pass Sookie her panties. "I'm sure you'll be needing these back."

Reluctantly, Sookie pushed herself up and started to get dressed. Looking back to when she was driving over to Fangtasia in her little yellow car, she certainly wasn't expecting everything that had transpired with her and Eric, but she was definitely glad that it had.