Set two months after the Season 3 finale (I do not own the characters-these characters belong to Charlaine Harris and HBO)

Chapter One:

He smelled her before he saw her. He scanned the bar quickly from his throne on his stage, trying to spot her in the large crowd. He nearly smiled out of pure joy when he finally saw her, but didn't. Vampires weren't supposed to smile-well, he wasn't while he was on duty at Fangtasia. Had to keep up appearances, not only for the humans who were fascinated with vampires and had their own image of them, but also to the vampires who lived in his area. He couldn't look as if he was going soft-especially for a mortal.

She looked beautiful. She wore white (of course) and her blond hair, that happened to be the same shade as his, was down and curled softly at the ends. She looked… at peace. This surprised him. When he saw her just two months ago, she was crying and screaming how much she hated him and his kind; the insolent Bill Compton had broken her heart.

Eric should have killed him long ago.

It had seemed like such a long time since he had last seen her. He respected her wishes and stayed away, but after trying, and failing, to sense her through their small bond, he began to worry. Where had she run off? Surely he would have sensed her if she left town. Left Louisiana. But he couldn't.

Now, she was back. And he felt as if he was being born again. Only this time, he could see the light. This time there was no darkness.

Damn her for having this effect on him.

She approached his throne slowly, deliberately, as if calculating her next few moves. He understood why she was wary. They hadn't seen each other since that night. Seeing her again made him just want to jump up, take her in his arms, and fly far away from there with her. Make love under the moon and stars and shut out the chaotic world around them. Forget about vampires, werewolves, and fairies. Kings, Queens, and ex-lovers… have it just be them…

Damn her for having this effect on him.

She smiled a slow, almost mischievous smile, as if she had some wild plan in store for him. "Hello, Eric", she said, her southern accent noticeable even in just those two simple words.

"Sookie", he said in an even tone, his face not giving away the shock and happiness he felt in seeing her here, "How have you been?"

"Oh, you know… alright I suppose. I was hoping I could talk to you for a moment… alone…", she said back to him, her mischievous smile still in place.

Eric didn't know what to think about this 180 Sookie was pulling, but decided to reflect on it later. He wanted to be alone with Sookie too, badly. He was even willing to admit that he wanted to be alone and simply be with her since the moment he saw her in Fangtasia four months before.

"Let's go to my office, shall we?" Eric suggested. Sookie nodded and walked off the stage and toward the direction of his office. It pleased him that she was finally taking the initiative when it came to their relationship-if you could even call it that. She came to his bar, she confronted him, and she wanted to be alone with him. My, how the tables have turned.

Eric closed his office door behind him. Sookie's back was to him. Being alone with her now, with no one else watching, no one else listening, he was finally able to just… be with her.

When she heard the door close, she turned around and faced the tall Viking head on. Though she was a foot shorter than him, and much weaker, she held herself with such confidence around him and never showed any fear-even if she felt it. He had always admired that about her. "What do you want, Sookie", he asked softly in a non-accusative tone.

He waited as different emotions spread across her face and through her brown eyes. She smiled again. This time is it was a genuine smile. A smile he was used to seeing. A smile that often brings light into his dark life.

She walked up to him again, and lightly laid her right hand on his firm chest. She stood up on her tiptoes and ran her mouth softly over his. Eric closed his eyes and marveled in the sensation of her mouth that was only barely touching his. He had only kissed her once, and that feeling was just as exquisite as the taste of her sweet fae blood. "I want you", she said softly.

To this statement, Eric opened his blue eyes to stare into her brown ones. Was she telling the truth? Who cares, a part of him said, just take. She is giving, so take. No, he would take his time with Sookie Stackhouse. He had wanted her for so long, made a vow to himself that he would have her, and keep her, and he wanted to make sure that she was ready now. He had wanted to wait for her to make the decision. The Viking in him had grown impatient, but he controlled himself, and his urges, and waited. Now, he finally had her.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and berated himself immediately. Are you sure! What the hell is wrong with me!

Sookie chuckled and kissed him softly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this".

Eric put his arms around her waist and dragged her close to his cold, hard body. "I think I do", he rasped out, and his mouth dove down and caught hers in a searing kiss. Their mouth's tangoed for a few minutes, but their needs only intensified. Eric slowly, not breaking their contact, walked them over to his desk. He carefully lifted Sookie off the ground and set her lightly on his desk. Sookie slid his black tank up and ranked her hands down his chest and abs. Eric, not sure how much longer he could keep control, began to un-tie Sookie's white dress. He untied the halter-top and began a line of kisses from her face, down her neck, and to her now exposed chest.

Sookie moaned and held onto Eric for dear life, not wanting to break contact, not wanting him to stop. Eric could hear her moaning his name as he kissed his way down her body. He was so excited, so ready. He had been waiting for this for so long…

Then, the phone rang…

Eric was jarred from his daydream and picked up his phone with a look of pure rage and disgust on his face. He looked down at his desk in front of him and saw, to his utter disappointment, no ready-and-waiting Sookie Stackhouse.

Damn her for having this effect on him.

Eric answered the phone, his irritation evident to the other person on the line. He would have been ready to scold them and make them feel utterly worthless if they hadn't of given him the news he had been waiting so impatiently to hear for months.

Sookie Stackhouse had finally come home.