So, basically, the overall idea in this story will be a series of one-shots, based around various different country songs – both American style country music and Irish style (it is usually known as Country & Western over here, I have no idea how long the story will be or which songs I will be using but I know that I won't be updating regularly, just when I can find time to write. Also, each story will involve Sookie & Eric. Complete with lots of smut!

The first song is Brad Paisley, We Danced.

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

Enjoy!

The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, "I'm sorry but we're closed"
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse"
I said, "I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours"
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, "You'll only get this back on one condition"

[Chorus]
And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced

And from that moment
There was never any doubt
I had found the one
That I had always dreamed about
And then one evenin'
When she stopped by after work
I pulled a diamond ring out of the pocket of my shirt
And as her eyes filled up with tears
She said, "This is the last thing I expected"
And then she took me by the hand
And said, "I'll only marry you on one condition"

[Chorus]

Like no one else had ever danced before
I can't explain what happened on that floor
But the music played
We held each other close
And we danced
Yeah, we danced

EPOV

"Eric, are you alright to come in today?" said Pam's voice over the phone, and I groaned, as I managed to pull myself out of bed. Dammit. Today was my day off, and even though it was already 11 am, I really, really didn't want to go in at all, but unfortunately, I needed the money since my job as a dancer wasn't really providing enough for me to pay my bills.

"Yeah … but isn't today my day off?" I said, as I pulled myself out of bed, and forced myself to pull my clothes on. Why the hell did I accept this fucking job off of my older sister? Why the hell did I accept the fucking cleaning job in the first place? Oh yeah. The money. I need the money.

"Yeah it is, but we have had a few incidents and the bar is swamped. We need you to come in, so that we can be ready for service at 2pm" Pam said, and I sighed.

"Fine. I'll be there in half an hour" I said, and then hung up.

"So what is the problem?" I said as I walked in through the door to see that the staff were absolutely nowhere to be seen.

"Well, yeah … this whole place was swamped today … we had a birthday party and then on top of that, it was just plain hell …" Pam told me, and I nodded before walking over to my cleaner's closet, taking my key from my pocket and inserting it into the cleaner's closet door. I quickly pulled out a couple of bin liners from the closet and began to clear all of the scrap down off of each of the tables, and quickly I emptied all of it into the bin liners.

"Alright … I'll see you soon, well maybe not so soon, little brother" Pam said as she came out of her office and walked out the door. As soon as she left, I went behind into the kitchen and switched on the radio.

I instantly felt much better. Music always helped me to calm myself down, and it wasn't long until I was humming all of the tunes that I knew. After I successfully emptied all of the crap off of the tables, I headed back to the cleaners store with the bags. I would put them in the bin later on, and picked up some spray that I would use to wipe down the tables, and a cloth. I made a quick round of the tables and the bar with that and put it back into the store when I had finished. Next, I went around the bar, putting all of the chairs up on the tables. I found a pretty little handbag lying down on one of the chairs that I put behind the bar as I was doing this, and since I was already behind the bar, I flipped the lights down low, so as to keep anyone unwanted out.

I returned to my cleaners closet and picked up a brush and began to sweep the floor. That was when she walked in. The woman from my dreams. Well, more literally, my wet dreams. She had the same shade of blonde hair that I had, and from what I could see her eyes were the same colour as mine. She was about a foot shorter than I was, and her body was completely perfect. Well, what I could see of it was prefect anyways.

"I am sorry, but we are closed" I told her, before I could think. Damn it Northman! Fuckhot woman comes into the bar, and the first thing that you can think to say is "I am sorry but we are closed". Smooth Northman. Really fucking smooth.

"Yeah, I know, but I am afraid I left my purse here?" she said, sweetly, and I had to force myself to concentrate rather than think about the absolutely gorgeous way that he tongue came out between her teeth slightly when she spoke. It made me think of other things that could possibly be between her teeth.

Like my cock for example.

My rock hard cock.

"I put one behind the bar, I bet it is probably yours" I answered. Great. I am the arsehole that keeps up the conversation about lost handbags.

"So, how often are you in here, working away, silently?" she asked, as I stood frozen on the spot.

"Well, I usually only come in about twice a week, since there's another woman who does the other days. I am usually a dancer." I told her proudly. I was very proud of my profession. As a dancer that was. Not a cleaner.

"Cool. I am a dance teacher" she informed me, and before I knew what was happening, I put my brush down, and went over to one of the tables, lifted two of the chairs and set them down on the floor. I indicated for her to sit, and she did. We immediately became engrossed in conversation, and I found out a lot of important details about this woman.

Her name was Sookie Stackhouse.

She was 26.

She was single.

She lived with her Gran.

She had never been married.

She has one brother.

She agreed to a date with me.

Yes, I finally got the guts to ask her, and she very quickly agreed, and we planned that we would meet at the bar the next night, before going to see a local viewing of some film with a guy called Alexander Skarsgard in it … not that I have the foggiest who he is, but Sookie seemed to think he was a great actor (I suspected she also had a thing for this guy, but I was able to convince myself that such a thing was never going to happen!)

"Hey, I better be going, I need to make it to the studio before long. I have a class to teach." Sookie said, glancing at her watch and I noticed that more than 45 minutes had passed. Wow.

"I'll get your handbag for you" I said, getting up to retrieve it, but then I had a wicked thought, as I walked over to give it to her.

"You will only get this back on one condition" I smirked to her, and she smiled back.

"What is the condition, Eric?" she asked, softly.

"That we dance" I said, putting her bag down on the table, and grabbing her around the waist. Her arms went immediately around my neck, and we began to slowly sway to the music, both of us holding each other close, adding a few steps to our movements every now and again, and with every step I could hear the sounds of our shoes on the hardwood floor.

"You are an amazing, dancer Sookie" I told her, and I really meant it. She was incredible. She cast her gaze up to mine, and that was when I lost it. I slowly dipped my head to hers, and placed my lips against hers. Her lips were soft, and when I slid my tongue along her lower lip, asking for, seeking entrance, she did so without any complaint. The kiss was slow and sweet to start off with, but when I began to hear her sexy moans, I couldn't contain it anymore. We stopped moving fairly quickly and my hands moved from her waist to the side of her face, slowly caressing her jaw. He fingers knotted in my hair, pulling me closer to her. After a few good moments, we both pulled away, and I rested my forehead against Sookie's.

"Let's get out of here" I managed to rasp as both of us tried desperately to get our breath back.

"Sure" she agreed, and we both raced, as fast as we could, back to my apartment.

Whenever, I eventually managed to get the door opened, I hastily pulled Sookie inside, and before she could speak, I had her pushed up against the door, where our mouths hastily reconnected. One of my hands slid around her jaw and the other went around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Her arms moved around my neck, pulling and gripping at my hair.

"Hmm …. Eric …" she groaned out as she ground herself against my ever present erection, and when she did I couldn't help the sound that tore from my lips.

Whenever we had absolutely no choice but to tear ourselves away from each other, due to lack of oxygen, Sookie leaned closer to my ear and seductively whispered. "Fuck me, Eric. I want you to fuck me. Now".

I almost came in my trousers right then, but luckily I managed to hold off. I quickly picked Sookie up into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around me, attaching her mouth to mine once again. When we arrived in the bedroom, I quickly laid Sookie down on my bed, laying myself down on top of her. It didn't take long before our kisses were becoming frenzied once again, and when I had to force myself to pull away for air, I began to place little sucky kisses down her jaw, and neck, being careful not to mark her even though that was exactly what I wanted to do. By this stage, I was beginning to place kisses all over Sookie's breasts, and down her stomach. I travelled further down her body until I was level with her belt. I quickly slid the belt out of her trousers and pulled both her trousers and her underwear so that her bottom half was completely naked below me.

I could immediately see that she was already soaking wet for me, and the knowledge that it was all for me, just made me so much harder.

"Hmm …. so, so wet for me, lover" I said to her.

"Yes, Eric … so wet, so wet only for you" she said, without looking down at me.

"Look at me lover" I said to her, and she did. I held her gaze as I slowly lowered my head to Sookie's cunt, and gave it one long lick from top to bottom, and Sookie gave one great big guttural moan that just made me want her more and more. I continued to lick and suck at her, and with each thing that I did, Sookie's moans became louder and louder, and it wasn't long until I could see that she was getting ready to fall over the edge.

"Come for me, Sookie, let me feel you come all over my face" I told her, slowly and seductively, and she immediately felt her release wash over her, and my face.

I quickly slid up her body once again, and grabbed her lips in one long, deep passionate kiss, that had us both ready for more.

"I need you inside me, Eric" Sookie said to me, and I immediately reached over to my bedside drawer so that I could retrieve a condom, but Sookie shook her head.

"I am on the pill and I am clean" she said.

"I am clean too" I answered, and proceeded to align my cock up with her hot, wet dripping cunt, and I slowly slid into her as we both looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"Jesus … lover … you are so hot and tight" I told her, and each and every word of it was true. She was tighter than I had ever felt before, and if I wasn't careful, it would all be over before we really got started. I slowly slid back out of her, and pushed back in again, I did this a few more times, each time Sookie was taking more and more of my cock. After about the fourth thrust I was the whole way in. We kept eye contact the whole time, and I slid one of my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me, while the other hand was firmly clasped in Sookie's hand, which was above her head. It wasn't very long until I began to feel her walls begin to tighten and spasm around my cock, and I was able to feel the tell-tale swelling of my cock, and I just had enough time to warn her, before we both came together.

After I came, I collapsed on top of Sookie, with my cock – which was just returning to its normal soft, state – still completely nestled inside of Sookie. We lazily kissed for a few minutes until we managed to get our breath back.

"Jesus Christ, lover … that was incredible, I have never, ever come like that!" I told her.

"Awk … Eric, you can't honestly mean that!" Sookie replied, blushing.

"Yes, I do, lover … you are amazing" I answered, as I pulled myself up off of Sookie and fell to the side. I lifted the covers up, and we both snuggled underneath them. We quickly fell asleep, curled up in each other's arms.

Sookie quickly became everything I could have ever wanted, and needed, and it seemed that I was everything that she had ever wanted. We were together every day for the next three years, and according to Pam we were "just too couply" – if there is such a thing, but pardon me if I wanted to plan romantic dinners and dates for Sookie, if I wanted to randomly kiss her when we were out in public, if I wanted to hold her hand or wrap my arm around her, or if I called her "my lover" at every chance that I could.

"Hey, Eric … where are you?" came Sookie's voice from the front door to the bar. I was standing out the back, collecting my cleaning supplies from the cleaners closet.

"I am in here, lover" I replied, and along with my mop and bucket, I walked out to the front of the bar, only to meet the exact same conditions as when Sookie and I first met – I had already upturned all the chairs onto the tables, and turned the lights off. Brad Paisley was playing over the radio.

I placed the mop and bucket down on the floor, and held out my arms to Sookie, she quickly ran and jumped into my arms. We were quickly kissing and practically dry humping each other in the middle of the bar.

Eventually, though Sookie and I were able to tear our mouths away from each other, and I set her down on the floor, and took a deep breath. I decided that it would just be best to get it over and done with.

I took another deep breath, and my hands went to the breast pocket of my shirt. I slipped a box out of the pocket without Sookie noticing, since she was talking about her days work, and I slowly slid down on one knee.

"Eric, what the hell are you doing?" Sookie asked, when she stopped talking to realise what I was doing.

"Sookie Stackhouse" I said, taking a hold of one of her hands, "I have loved you since the first day that I met you, three years ago today, when you came in looking for your handbag. You are an amazing woman, and I don't know what I would ever be able to do without you. Will you marry me?" I asked her, as tears began to streak down her face.

"This is the last thing, I expected" she said, with a small smile.

She took a breath, and eventually managed to stop the tears.

"I'll only marry you on one condtion," she said,

"What's that?" I asked, my voice deflated. She was going to reject me for sure.

"That we dance" she answered, and I laughed. Those were the exact words that I had said to her on the night we met. I quickly took Sookie in my arms, and we began to dance, a slow waltz.

"I love you, Eric." She said.

"I love you too, Sookie" I answered.

"Soon to be Mrs. Northman" she continued and softly laid her head on my shoulder.

And so, what did we think? Review and let me know … along with any other ideas for future one –shots in this series …