I wrote this before Bill and Sookie's love scene was continued the following week, when so many on LiveJournal were upset that it ended before it had hardly begun (including me, BTW) - which is why the title is what it is.
The style had to be Gothic Romance erotica. After that long white dress, the mad rush through the graveyard and the rest - what else could it be?
To Be Continued
He is afraid when he discovers she is virginal. She hadn't said. Oh my sweet. But she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him closer.
"Please," she whispers in the cleft of his ear, and when his teeth, his fangs leap forward she commands, "Do it," and gives him her alabaster throat My love, my sweet love, gentle, gentle rapture, her blood courses through every part of his body, warming his flesh, blessing him. For this I will make every nerve thrum, vibrate with songs of angels - and he returns the blessing with his tongue and lips, caressing, titillating, leaving a trail around and over her taut, incarnadine nipples, soft, fiery kisses and sucks and tiny nibbles down her downy belly as she grasps at his hair and whimpers, moans, "Bill . . . Bill."
He knows, yes, he knows and teases her oh-so-glistening pearl and she shocks, "oh!," a gasp. Then presents herself to him, sweet mercy, shivering thighs opening wider, the intoxicating fragrance of night-blooming moonflowers. Such sounds he never thought to hear from her lips, and so demanding near the end he can't help but be delighted.
"Take me again, now, now."
She doesn't mean her blood, he is sure.
"Look at me, Bill, look at me," as he rocks slowly, leaning on his oh-so-strong arms. "I want to see your eyes."
"Let me kiss you," he says.
"Ohhhh," she closes her eyes as he places hot liquid treasure on her cheeks, her forehead, in the shells of her ears, across and inside the curves of her lips. Each thrust of his abundant potency strokes her furnace within and without, flames her coals ever higher, ever hotter, until she will surely die of it, and her eyes flash open and before her are his of deepest sapphire, unblinking, and the most exquisite, unbearable ecstasy - and someone - Lo-o-r-r-r-r-d! It's her!
Bill has bent his head - is it he who is shuddering in release? She feels drunk with her own power. Oh, how she loves him and doesn't want to let this go; shocks are yet running through her. This man, this beautiful, beautiful vampire whom she will never release. She wraps her legs around him, his pretty ass. Dear Lord, what thoughts I now have.
He raises his head - how mussed his hair is and in his face. He is so careful of his appearance.
"Sookie."
"Bill."