Back Again

A/N: This is a continuation of my other oneshot entitled 'Only This Once' but you don't need to read that for this to make sense. I got into a smutty mood and this is what came out. Enjoy? As always, reviews, comments, and suggestions are always welcomed.

Eric pursued various documents laid out on his desk and he tried to control his mind and fixate on the leaf of papers. He failed at his task miserably. After a few more moments of useless trying and he finally acknowledged that he would not be able to concentrate on any one thing and gave up. He stared at his desk in his office and the barrage of memories came back and all he could think about was Sookie spread across his desk while he had his way with her. It was basically a miracle that he got any work done because of the fact that whenever he sat down at his desk, he kept envisioning her over and over again. What was so special about Sookie Stackhouse and why couldn't he get her out of his head? Eric wasn't quite sure about the answer and that alarmed him a bit and not many things could cause that trepidation.

He picked up his pen and made a few quick lines of writing down a sheet of paper and afterwards he had no idea what he had written. He couldn't keep being in this frame of mind, especially when he was at Fangtasia. He finally allowed himself to give up and think of her completely. The sweet smell of her skin, the way she had called out his name as he had pleasured her, the way her legs had felt clenched around his waist, and the way her body had milked his while she had orgasmed. All while her boyfriend was downstairs. It was kind of a miracle that Bill still didn't know about it. Eric assumed he didn't or the Civil War vet vampire would come barging into his office and demanding answers as to why he had 'stolen' Sookie from him. No, Bill didn't know yet.

Eric stapled his fingers across his chest and thought about it. He didn't really care if Bill found out and that was another thing that worried him. His attraction to Sookie was getting out of hand. He had fucked her. That should be the end of it, but oddly it wasn't. Eric wanted more from her than sex and that is nothing he had ever felt for any other woman. She is different from the rest of them and he's not sure quite why but it's a fact. Sookie Stackhouse will just not leave his mind.

The bond grew stronger between them every day. Yes, she and Bill also had a bond but Eric's was much stronger with Sookie because of his age, and that he was more powerful, and a number of other factors. He could still feel the lust pounding through her body at times. Eric knew that it just wasn't about sex anymore though. He wasn't good at letting people in and he had never tried, with the exception of Pam but even that was different. Sookie was the first person that he had let get to know the real him and not just a figment or fragment. She understood him.

That led to another question. Why hadn't she come back to him? Sure there was Bill, but he knew their attraction outmaneuvered the one she shared with Bill any day. She might not even desire Bill anymore in that degree. Eric also knew in this instance that one of the reasons she had stayed away from him was because of their attraction and Sookie would know that she wouldn't be able to fight it, so it was safer to stay away from him. That and the fact that she was completely bullheaded and stubborn about everything. No getting around that.

He didn't want to fight the unfightable anymore. He wanted her. It was dangerous, but Eric Northman was known for being dangerous. It had been weeks since that scene in his office and the sex that had followed. His pride was important, but nothing right now was as important as the lust and attraction coursing through his body as he thought of the blond that was beginning to change his life. Maybe if they gave into it again, he would be able to finally forget about her. He wasn't betting on it but it was possible. He would have to do something about it right now.

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Sookie lay in her bed, still in her Merlotte's shirt and found that she couldn't physically move at the moment. Bill was down in her basement doing God only knows what. Bill liked to disappear at certain times in the night and she never asked what he was doing because she liked the time that she was separated from him. It gave her time to collect her thoughts and think about everything. Sometimes when Bill was around, she felt like she couldn't breathe. That wasn't good.

It was probably just because she was so guilty over what had happened a few weeks ago in Eric's office at Fangtasia. She tried not to think about it at most times but that didn't really work. Eric was never far from her mind, but she was proud of the fact that she had stayed away from him for a while and hadn't given into the temptation to see him.

Sookie fingered the gold antique necklace around her neck, a habit that she did whenever she was worried or nervous about something. She still couldn't quite believe how she had lost herself with Eric that day, just a few short weeks ago. Well she could believe it at times since he was gorgeous, dangerous, daring, mysterious, and dead sexy. That was a lethal combination that most women wouldn't be able to resist, but Sookie Stackhouse wasn't most women. So why had she fallen prey to his charms? She was sure that Eric didn't constantly think about her to this degree. It was her. She needed to get him far out of her mind. She just didn't quite know how to do that.

After she had made love with Eric, she had been disgusted with herself. She had cheated on her boyfriend. The man that she loved. Bill. It would kill him if he ever found out about her deception with Eric. Though at times she felt that Bill was very distant and wondered if he didn't have some inkling of what had happened. But he couldn't. That was fairly impossible, but she couldn't help wondering it at times.

And the times that she didn't feel disgusted with herself? She felt thrilled at knowing what it felt like to have sex with someone like Eric. That was the most disturbing thought of all. How could she want to do it again? It was a question she had asked herself many times over the weeks and she had admitted it to herself for a while, but she did now. The answer to her question was simple. She didn't love Bill like she should. The bond she shared with Eric was partly responsible, but not for all of it. She had always felt intrigued by Eric and she knew that she had to stay away from him or it would happen all over again.

She wanted Eric. Needed him. But she would not go to him. Out of the question. She had betrayed Bill once and wouldn't do that to him again. She only hoped that she would be able to keep that promise to herself. She had feelings for Eric that scared the shit out of her but if she didn't think about them then maybe they would go away.

The sound of a doorbell ringing through the house pulled her out of her reverie and Sookie slowly got out of bed and headed to the door.

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The door was slowly pulled open. He stood on her porch wearing jeans and his usual wife beater. No motorcycle jacket this time though. Eric. She opened the door all of the way and stared at him standing there with the shadows of night bathing him in light gray and making his eyes a vibrant blue. As he stared at her across the short distance, elation and despair collided and twisted her stomach.

"I needed to see you," he said and stepped across the threshold. He wrapped one arm around Sookie's waist and placed his free hand on the back of her head. His mouth swooped down and he kissed her. A long drugging kiss that made her want to attach herself to him and never let go. She was powerless to fight it and all her declarations of not seeing Eric again and not giving into temptation flew out of her mind.

He pulled back and looked into her face. "I don't want to be here, but I am. I can't seem to help myself anymore."

"Why?" She asked stupidly.

Eric gave her a piercing look and she looked away from his stare but she still heard him when he said in a low vibrating tone, "You know why, lover."

She swallowed hard and wet her lips before saying, "You can't be here, Eric."

Now it was his turn to ask, "Why?"

Sookie brought her eyes to his and admitted, "This is why I stayed away from you for all of these weeks because I knew something like this would happen if we saw each other. As much as I hate to admit it, we can't seem to fight this attraction."

"Where's Bill?"

"He's down in my basement."

Eric took another step closer and gave Sookie another deep, mind blowing kiss. She broke out of his hold. "Are you crazy? Bill could come up here any moment! Are you looking to get killed, Eric?"

He bit his lip gently and she saw the flesh become captured by his strong white teeth and Sookie became wet in an instant. No. Correction. She had already being aroused, but seeing something so erotic made it immediate. "Did you care if Bill sees us?"

She paused and he didn't waste any time. "I guess that's my answer."

He continued to advance towards her and she held out a hand to stop him, like a sergeant. "No, we can't do this."

"You mean we can't do it again?" Eric asked on a smirk. "Stop fighting it," he growled. "You know it's going to happen anyways whether you want it to or not. The attraction is too big for either of us to fight anymore."

He didn't say anything else and Sookie breathed deeply through her nose while trying to make up her mind. But really there was no decision to be made. She knew that something like this would happen with him again and obviously she was powerless to fight it. He was right. She didn't care that Bill was downstairs and could find them at any moment. That said a lot. Sookie would regret it later in the evening, but for now she wanted to be with Eric.

His penetrating gaze sliced through her and she couldn't even resist the pull of those sparkling blue eyes from his Nordic ancestors. She didn't even remember moving but suddenly her arms were wrapped around his neck and she kissed him. Just this one last time she told herself. Words became unnecessary and their actions propelled them instead.

Sookie poured her heart and soul into it, her ache and joy, showing him without words what she felt inside. She kissed his mouth and jaw and side of his throat. She ran her hands over him, touching and memorizing the feel of him beneath her hands.

Eric slid his palms to her behind and then the back of her thighs. He lifted until she wrapped her legs around his waist and she let go of all her moral grounds and decided to just feel instead. A deep groan vibrated through his chest as he returned her hungry kisses, and he carried her into the bedroom and away from everything, but Eric.

Her legs slid from around his waist and he pulled her shirt over her head. She just wanted a few more minutes of Eric before she told him again that she couldn't see him anymore because of Bill, but the more she poured her heart into each kiss, the more he wanted from her. The more he sucked the breath from her lungs and made her light-headed. He slid his hands all over her, her shoulders and arms, her back and behind, until she was left wearing nothing but her bra, unhooked and open in the back.

Eric took a step back from the kiss and gasped. He looked at her through eyes so far gone, there was no thought to stopping him when he slowly pulled her bra straps and the blue satin cups slid down the slopes of her breasts, shimmered across her nipples, then fell down her arms to the floor.

"We've only known each other for a short time." He lightly brushed the tips of his fingers across the tips of her breasts and her breathing became shallow. "Why does it feel like longer?" He moved behind her and Sookie looked down at his big hands on her breasts, touching her, squeezing her puckered nipples. That was her last thought of Bill. He didn't matter at this moment and she didn't care how that made her look or seem. Her back arched and she raised her arms. Her hands cupped the sides of his face and she brought his mouth down to hers. She gave him a hot, greedy kiss as she tilted her hips and pressed her naked behind into his erection. He groaned deep within his chest as he played with her breasts. He still wore his jeans and his shirt, and the feeling of worn denim and soft cotton against her skin was erotic as hell. His mouth left hers and trailed hot little kisses down the side of her throat, and he slid one hand down her stomach. He placed one of his feet between hers, then he slipped his hand between her parted thighs and touched her. Her insides melted, pooling deep and low in her pelvis, and she left herself savor the touch of the man who had come to mean so much to her in recent weeks. She had always wondered if there was a difference between sex and making love. She couldn't account for Eric, but know she knew now that there was. Sex started with physical desire. Making love started in a person's heart.

She didn't know what would happen after this, after they had sex and everything would go back to it had been before, but perhaps it wouldn't matter. She turned and looked up at him as her hands drifted to the ends of his shirt. She pulled it from the waistband of his pants and Eric raised his arms. She yanked it over his head and tossed it aside. Sookie lowered her gaze from his passion-filled eyes to his strong chest. The tips of her breasts touched him a few inches below his flat brown nipples. A trail of fine hair ran down his chest, between her cleavage, to his waistband.

His voice was husky with lust when he said, "Why did I ever think I would get enough of you?"

Sookie pulled at his button fly and slipped her hands inside his jeans and cupped him through his boxer briefs. She knew that after this they would have to go back to the lives that had. She with Bill, and Eric would continue to be the sometimes savage vampire he was. She felt like she had to explain. "I'll never get enough of you, Eric. Whatever happens, I'll always want you." She closed her eyes and kissed the side of his throat. "Always," she whispered.

His piercing gaze found hers and he gave her a strange look but it was pushed aside when she slipped her hand inside his underwear and wrapped her palm around his shaft.

"I'll never get enough of the way you feel in my hand," she whispered. "Hard and smooth at the same time. I'll never forget what it feels like to touch you like this."

"Who says you have to forget? I'm right here."

A pang erupted in her heart because he didn't understand. But then he walked her to the side of the bed and pushed her shoulders until she sat and Sookie forgot about everything, but him.

She laid down and watched him quickly undress until he stood completely naked in front of her, a tall, beautiful man who made her heart and soul ache. She raised a hand to him and pulled him on top of her. The voluptuous head of his cock touched between her legs. She had to say it one more time. "I loved being together," she whispered even though this was only the second time they were going to make love. She sucked his earlobe and rubbed against his cool skin. She delivered little nibbling bites to his neck and shoulder.

Eric pushed her onto her back. Her words must have finally caught up to him because he said, "It can't only be this one time, Sookie." There was desperation in his voice and she had never heard Eric like that. In that moment, she knew that he felt the same way about her that she did about him.

She couldn't answer him, so she brought his head down to her breast. He sucked her nipple into his warm mouth while his other hand slid down her stomach to touch her with his fingers. As she watched him kiss her breast, raw emotion pumped through her veins. This was Eric, the man who made her feel beautiful and desired and could make her crazy as all hell. The man that she couldn't have because there was someone else and their lives could never fit.

Eric raised his head and the cool night air brushed across her breasts where his mouth had left her wet and shining. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. His lids lowered over his eyes and he groaned with desire as he watched her lower herself and take him inside her.

"You look good up there," he said, his voice low, rough. His hands grasped her waist. "Feel good too." He slid his hands up her sides to her breasts.

Sookie rocked her pelvis as she raised a little and slid back down. The head of his penis stroked her inside and she moaned deep in her throat. Up and down she moved, tilting her hips as she rode him. Tingling heat flowed outward from where his body touched hers. "Eric. Oh, God." He moved with her, matching her with powerful thrusts, until the sensations swamped her completely and her head fell back as a hot liquid orgasm washed through her, starting at her pelvis and spreading to her fingers and toes. She couldn't hold it in any longer. What she had been fighting for weeks. In that instance that she uttered the words, she gave away her heart and betrayed her boyfriend at the same time, but she did it anyways. "Eric. I love you," she said as new emotions wrapped around her pounding heart, squeezing her chest in its fiery grasp.

Just as the climax ended, Eric wrapped an arm around her back and bottom, and turned with her so that she lay on the bed looking up at him. He was still buried deep inside her and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as she knew that he liked. She brought his mouth down to hers and gave him wet wild kisses as he withdrew and thrust deep inside her again. She clung to him as he drove into her over and over. His chest heaved and he placed his hands on the bed beside her face. With each stroke, he pushed her toward a second climax, and she cried out as her body milked him hard for a second time.

Eric's eyes drifted shut, and he clenched his teeth. "Holy shit," he swore, then groaned his satisfaction. He dove into her one last time, then collapsed on top of her.

His weight pushed down on her, heavy and welcome. His face rested on the pillow next to hers and he kissed her shoulder.

"Lover?" he asked, breathless.

"Yes?" She slid her hands across his back.

He rose onto his elbows and looked into her face. "Something was different."

She knew what was different. She loved him. She had told him and he said nothing. Her face got hot and she shoved at his shoulders.

He didn't seem to be in a rush even though Bill could still come up the stairs at anytime. She felt a rush of shame at what she had let herself do again, but she wasn't sorry. She felt guilty, but not enough to ever want to stop.

Her eyes found his and they both knew the same thing in an instant. It was never going to be enough. One time, twenty, or a hundred. They would always need each other and they both knew it. Eric and Sookie would never get their fill of each other.

Fin?

A/N: Anyone interested in a follow up to this? I kind of left it open for more. You let me know.