A/N I don't own TrueBlood, they are all down to CH and AB. I'm taking the characters out to play.
Beautiful Stranger
No matter how you looked at it he'd run out on me. I looked from the table where he had been sitting, all dark looks and otherworldly and so handsome, to the now unwanted drink on my tray. From the booth where he'd been sitting another face smiled at me. He made me jump when he flashed his fangs at me, confirming what I'd already suspected. From his fangs my eyes traveled up to find the most perfect sapphire orbs gazing back at me.
"I don't think we have any," I told him.
"No matter, bring me anything," he told me. His voice was silk over gravel, just enough bass that I could feel it. I adjusted my uniform without thinking, patted my hair as I brought him the drink on the tray. This was turning into quite a night, two of them, one after the other, here in Sam's place. For a moment I wondered where the other one had gone.
"Called away," the tall muscular blonde in front of me confirmed, as if reading my mind. I set the glass in front of him, found myself gazing again into those gorgeous eyes. So this was what the not living looked like. Nice.
"Eric," he said.
"Who is?" I asked him, coming back to earth with a bump.
"My name," he laughed, "is Eric. Who are you?"
Eric had broad shoulders, thick enough arms, firm chest. His blonde hair was neat, if a little dated. In my eyes he looked timeless, but there was something else about him too, he felt dangerous.
"Sookie Stackhouse," I told him, my cheeks and neck flushing.
"Charmed," he said, taking my fingertips in his to lift my hand to his mouth. When he kissed the back of my hand it was an icy thrill that traveled through me. I wondered if I was charmed, I wasn't the kind of girl who got swept away like this. Not that I didn't enjoy it.
"You new in town, Eric?" I asked him, pulling my hand back reluctantly.
"Just got in," he confirmed. "Never been down this far before, usually don't stray far from Shreveport."
"So what brought you down here tonight then?" I asked, aware of his eyes on me. All of me.
"It was me that called Bill away," he laughed.
"Does he work for you?" I made polite conversation, having scanned the other tables in my area.
"So many questions Sookie Stackhouse. Perhaps you'll let me walk you home after work, and I'll answer a few of them for you?" his voice was seductive, his pale face sincere. But I had seen his type before, now and again one just like him would pat my butt or ask me out. All they wanted was a roll with an easy waitress.
I was not easy and would not roll. Every one of these guys thought the same way, I thought as I let my guard down to hear what he was thinking.
Nothing, absolutely nothing. It was like he wasn't there.
"I can't hear you," I said out loud, biting back the words after they were out of my mouth.
"I never spoke, pretty one," he said, but the way he looked at me had changed.
Just after closing I let myself out of the bar, and crossed the car park to my car. Part of me hoped that Eric would be there, waiting for me. He was charming and handsome, and I couldn't hear him. My heart dropped when I saw I was alone.
Across the lot I could hear a commotion in the trees. Without a thought that I might be in danger I crossed towards it, looking for the source of the noise. Finding nothing I walked back to my car. Keys in hand. Eric just appeared beside me. I hadn't heard him approaching.
"You frightened me," I told him as I fumbled the keys in my hand, trying to get the car door open.
"Just thought I'd make sure you got away safe," he told me.
"What was the noise?" I asked him.
"Oh nothing, I was talking to Bill," he told me.
"Your friend? Is he still here?" I asked.
"Sookie, all these questions, does your mind never tire?"
"I just can't make it rest," I laughed. Wasn't that the truth. Because of my disability I would only hear what everyone else was thinking if I relaxed. I learned a long time ago it was better not to let that happen.
"Will I see you again?" he asked as I climbed behind the wheel of my car.
"Only if you start drinking here," I laughed, driving away.
In the mirror I watched him getting smaller as I drove down to the main road, turning towards home. My grandma would be waiting for me. For the first time I noticed my brother's truck, I hadn't even seen him in tonight. He would be mad that I hadn't spoken to him, but I really hadn't seen him.
All I'd been aware of all night was Eric.
After my shower I kissed grandma goodnight and went on to bed. Sleep came quickly, and with it the strangest dream. Eric was there, he was so gentle, so loving. I stood for him as he undressed me slowly, planting cool sweet kisses on my shoulders and neck. His mouth drank kisses from me, while his hands sought the buttons to my blouse, exposing my breasts. Goosebumps stood out on my pale skin as I reacted with the cold night air. Strong hands cupped my breasts, squeezed gently at my nipples, while his tongue played with mine. My hands traced the lines of his hard chest, his abdomen, on down to his belt. The buckle was cold against my belly as I loosened it, opening the button and delving my hand inside.
One of his hands traced a line up and down my back, along my spine, each time making my nerves dance. He could make my body perform like I was some kind of puppet, every touch rewarded with a reaction. I couldn't stop the way I twitched when he touched me. When I put my hand around his thick shaft he growled with pleasure in my ear, urging me to touch him. Slowly, aware that he was still restricted by his jeans, I moved my hand along him, gripping him. His cold hands found the zip and button for my skirt, and he freed them to let them fall. I was almost naked now, save the little cotton panties. Eric's hands explored them, his touch over my opening making me moist. When he applied pressure to me through the cotton I moved against his hand, willing him to touch me properly. Pulling the flimsy material to one side he obliged me, delving one thick finger inside while another worked at me. I writhed against his hand for a time, feeling the tension building in me.
With a push I had his jeans down over his hips to expose his gracious plenty. For a moment I wondered if I would be able to take it, so large and heavy and thick was it. But he reassured me, promising me he would be gentle with me as he lowered me to the ground. I felt the tip rest against my moist opening before he slowly entered me. There was pain like fire, then he began to stretch me, filling me. His eyes found mine, holding my gaze as he rocked gently with me. I could feel my tension growing steadily as I ground against him, drawing as much of him in as I could take. With a gasp I exploded with pleasure, my nails tearing his back, my teeth drawing blood from his shoulder. Eric's back arched as he sank his teeth into my neck, his climax pumped into me.
For a long while after we just lay together, our bodies locked together while we got our breathing back to normal.
When I woke I wondered if he'd be in tonight, I couldn't wait to see him.
A/N Please tell me what you think, do I go on or let this stand alone?