Set kind of the end of Season 2. I know, I should be working on my other stories, but this one has seriously been nagging me for a while now, so I have to get it down and out of my system. Tell me what you think =]
No, I don't own the characters, I'm just playing with them for a bit. I'll give them back, honest!
Bill had left on his 'business trip' the night before last and Sookie was waiting anxiously to start missing him. She couldn't quite understand why she didn't. She loved the man; surely she should be pining at least a little bit. But no, Sookie had yet to feel any longing for the dark-haired vampire who she called her own.
She had been working a late shift at Merlotte's and by the time she got home the sun was fast asleep leaving only the moon and stars to light her way from her car to her porch.
The porch lights illuminated the front of her home and she gasped, started, as she saw the large man stood waiting for her.
Eric. She wondered when he'd make an appearance. Hell.
"Good evening, Sookie." he purred as she reached the foot of the wooden steps.
"Eric, what the hell are you doin' lurking on my porch?" she threw back, hands on hips, skipping pleasantries, as usual.
"I came to make sure you weren't lonely over here, all by yourself." he replied falsely, his eyes taking her in, inch by inch, as he spoke.
They both knew he was here to prey on her. Sookie suddenly felt very much like a lamb, staring into the face of a beautiful lion.
"I'm perfectly fine, thank you." Sookie said curtly, crossing her arms.
Eric took a step forward and Sookie held her ground, not moving a muscle, refusing to be chased off by him. Another step as he spoke, "You know, there are few people in the world who can come back from fending off intoxicated rednecks, smiling a false smile, fetching and carrying all night and still manage to look as radiant as you do now."
Before she could control the reaction it spread across her face, running out and betraying her; a bright, genuine smile. Sookie lowered her gaze, a light blush warming her cheeks, and tried to force the smile away.
"You're not gonna get on my good side by telling me I look nice." Sookie said softly.
"I didn't say it to get on your good side, Sookie. I was merely stating a fact."
Somehow he'd managed a few more steps without Sookie even noticing him moving. How did he do that?
"Is that so?" she asked, looking up at him, her full lips still turned up at the edges, her voice more playful than she was aiming for.
"It is." there was a slight smile playing across Eric's lips too now and he was so close she could smell him. God he smells good.
Eric glanced down at her soft mouth then back up to her chocolate brown eyes. They were brightly shining up at him, flickering between his own deep blue and his lips. He felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her – such a human urge – to extinguish the small gap that cruelly separated them and taste her, but she looked away suddenly.
I just wanted to kiss Eric Northman. I'm stood here flirting with him. What is wrong with me?
She fumbled around inside her handbag and pulled out her keys, unlocking the door and stepping inside, just over the threshold.
He could smell her arousal, feel it flowing in her veins, soft and warm, tingling through her. He wondered why she fought him so much, so adamantly.
Eric leaned lightly against the doorframe and Sookie took several steps back, well out of arms' reach. Her cautiousness amused him. Does she think I'd grab her and pull her back outside? What a strange view she has of me.
She sat on the second to last step, her eyes running up and down his body involuntarily. He loved that look, angry lust, a bright, burning fire that seemed to consume her. He knew he wouldn't be waiting long. She'll give in to her desires, and soon.
"Why are you really here?" she asked with suspicious eyes.
He chuckled softly at her expression before answering her question with one of his own.
"Why do you insist on refusing me, Sookie? I know you don't want to, not really. I can feel it. I can smell it." Sookie's arousal seemed to grow with every word. Is it the words or is it my voice that she likes? he wondered to himself before continuing, "You really are being somewhat of a tease."
"What?" she asked incredulously, her eyebrows shooting up.
Eric closed his eyes, concentrating on her, the sound of her breathing, the smell of her lust, the feelings pouring out of her and into him, filling him, making him hard.
"Your heart," he whispered with his eyes still closed. He began to beat against his chest with his palm in a quick rhythm mimicking her own, speeding up as it quickened even still. He kept in time with her as he spoke again, "Making your blood hot. I can feel your heat from here, Sookie. It's intoxicating." his beating quickened even further with her heart and his nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled her, "Your scent," he continued, his breathing matching her own exactly as he spoke, "The smell of your lust."
Eric's hand stilled, eyes slid open to reveal pure undiluted desire directed straight at Sookie. She shifted uncomfortably on the step. "It's really very alluring and quite unfair. I'm not just feeling my own desire, Sookie. Yours is hounding me also. Tell me, why do you resist, when you feel so drawn to me?"
Sookie swallowed before answering, hoping her voice would be strong when she spoke.
"Oh, let's see shall we?" she spat, proud of the control she had over her voice, "How 'bout you're cruel and self-centred and controllin' and untrustworthy and bigheaded and vicious and harsh and soulless and all you ever do whenever I see you is try to get in my pants. And I love Bill!"
The latter part was an afterthought and Eric knew it. He smirked slightly before answering, "No you don't."
It wasn't what she had expected and he had said it with such certainty that it made Sookie wonder if he knew something she didn't. It definitely seemed to her that that was what he was implying.
"Of course I do!" she shot back, scowling, "I think you should go."
"Ooh. Hit a nerve?" he asked with a smirk and a swagger that made Sookie want to punch him before ripping all his clothes off. It made her feel very conflicted, and very angry. Angry because he had hit a nerve. Because she had been wondering about her feelings for Bill these past few weeks. Because he seemed to know something, and clearly wasn't going to tell her.
"Goodnight, Eric." she said quietly but firmly.
Eric didn't move for a few moments, taking her in, the sight of her, the smell of her, the feel of her, and when he decided that she meant it he said, "The only way to get rid of temptation, Sookie, is to yield to it." before vanishing into the night.
Sookie sat at the foot of her stairs, Eric's words echoing through her, poisoning her.
Could he be right? Maybe I'd stop wanting him, maybe he'd stop wanting me, if I just gave in, just the once.
But she pushed those thoughts away as quickly as she could, banishing them to the back of her mind where they cowered, whispering to her and rattling their cage.
He knew she wouldn't be his just yet, but Eric was nothing if not patient, and she would give in to herself sooner or later. It was inevitable. Why fight pleasure?