Disclaimer/ I do not own anything in this, though I may wish I owned Eric Northman. I can only wish.
This is a one shot guys, a very smutty, lemony, one shot. No plot at all. Enjoy ;)
Day off Work.
Driving up the dirty gravel, I was glad to see my house. As dilapidated and old as it was, it was still mine.
I had worked the morning shift for the first time in weeks, and I was glad for it. Now I had the whole day to myself. And I planned to do nothing.
There were very few times in my busy schedule that I had even five minutes to myself. For heavens sake I was terrified every time I went to the toilet in case one of my buddies decided to drop in for a visit, which they had been doing quite a lot lately.
Between Bill, Eric and Pam at night and Alcide, Jason and Sam during the day, I felt under constant surveillance. So I planned on locking my doors, switching my phone to voicemail and indulging myself in any way I chose.
After putting on my most plush (but hideous) pyjamas, I went straight to the freezer and took out my favourite double chocolate chip ice cream. There was no point trying to kid myself so I brought the tub over to the couch, threw a blanket over myself and settled down to watch some quality crap day time tv.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was someone calling my name loudly. Stirring myself from my slumber I realised it was dark outside, that meant one thing, my caller was a Vamp.
Shit.
Not bothering to check my reflection I scurried to the door. A Vamp could kick down the door if kept waiting long enough. It was only out of courtesy they had waited this long, but I still didn't want to give them the chance.
Wrenching open the door I saw that my visitor was none other than Eric Northman. Taking in my appearance he frowned.
"Jesus Sookie, what have you been doing, you look a mess."
Knowing this was probably true I was still outraged by his remark.
"Well screw you Eric. This is my day off but I still answered the door and this is what I get? Not even a 'how you doing'. Why don't you go bother some one else."
Staring down at me he looked positively bored.
"When you have calmed down, come talk to me in the kitchen."
With that he put me aside and sauntered into the kitchen.
Slamming the door behind I stomped after him. My sense of vanity got the better of me and I ducked into the bathroom to see how badly I looked.
Gaping at my reflection I could see that Eric's comment had been kind. My face showed the evidence of the ice cream, as did my pyjamas. My hair had gone for the electrocuted look and no amount of brushing would tame it.
"Get some TrueBlood out of the fridge, I'm taking a shower." I yelled, running into my own en-suite. Snatching off the pyjamas, I jumped into the bath shower and switched it on full power. Letting the hot water shoot against my back I went into a state of sub space.
"Screw it." I thought, "Eric can bloody well wait!"
Lowering myself into the bath, I switched the nozzle allowing the water to fill up around me, encasing my body in liquid heat. Not bothering with bubbles or scents, I lay back and closed my eyes, once again returning to that sub space. No longer thinking, just feeling.
Suddenly the water sloshed around my feet. Shooting upwards in the bath I found myself eye to ahem... penis. Staring in shock I looked up to see its owner, Eric, grinning fangily at me.
Realising my awkward position I scrambled up to my feet, glaring up at his face.
"You should have stayed down there Lover." He purred. "I was about to live one of my many fantasies that you star in."
I had to admire his surety.
I became very aware of my lack of clothes as I watched his eyes take in the sight of my body, glistening with water. Seeing as he was busy, I decided to return the favour and began carefully absorbing the six foot something Viking that stood before me.
Starting with his legs, I took in his toned calves and luscious thighs. When I couldn't prolong it any longer, I once more took in the sight his throbbing erection. The mere sight of it made me ache low down.
Ever since I had eschewed men with a firm hand five months ago, yours truly had been close to breaking. For heaven's sake, I had gone twenty five years without sex, but now, you might as well call me an addict. The man standing before me was the definition of sex, his pale body contained dips and arcs from many hours in the gym.
Dragging my eyes away from his erection, I continued upwards. His stomach was hard and toned. It was as if his body had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. But of course, Eric had been alive well before his time.
His nipples were hard and pink. I had to close my eyes for a moment to stop myself from closing that distance and placing my mouth over one.
After regaining a small amount of control, I continued her journey up to his shoulders, which seemed to go on forever.
Keeping his face for last, I gave in and stared into his eyes. They were searing with heat and need. A low, primal growl escaped his lips. Taking a step towards me, he encased me in his arms.
Shaking my head I pushed him back. My brain had turned to mush.
Growling again, he pushed himself against me, I could feel him hard against my stomach, just the thought of it made me shiver.
"You want this." He growled, pushing harder, earning a groan from low in my body. "I can see it." He bent towards me, sniffing. "I can smell it."
"Turn around." I mentally patted my back for actually forming a sentence.
Raising an eyebrow at my request, Eric took a step back and did as I asked.
I released a sigh when I saw his ass. It had plagued my dreams (and fantasies) more than once. Now there it stood before me. Perfect and plump. I like an ass to grab onto and hold. I closed the distance and ran my fingernails down his lower back and onto his ass. He had two small dimples just at the top. Placing my thumbs across them, I pulled the soft flesh around them, earning a shiver from Eric.
Eric whipped around and encased me in his arms once more. Leaning down he kissed me hard enough to bruise. Opening my lips to allow his tongue access, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
After a long time of kissing, Eric pulled away and nipped my neck playfully.
"Not here Lover. I want you spread out on your bed before me. I want to fuck you, and suck you, and lick you, while you writhe beneath me, screaming out my name as I claim you."
Normally the whole "claim you" would have bothered me, but at this moment in time, nothing could stop me from fucking the Viking after five months of being celibate.
At vampire speed Eric had me out of the tub and into the bedroom. I would have giggled if I wasn't so highly wrung. Setting me on the bed, he knelt above me gazing down at my body.
He said something in language that was long forgotten before bending down and ravishing me.
Kissing down my neck giving the occasional nip he reached my nipples, taking each one in turn, lavishing them with licks, sucks and bites. It takes a lot of experience for a vampire to bite without drawing blood, and Eric did it perfectly.
He stayed at my breasts until a very animal growl grumbled low in my throat. Staring into my eyes he reached down and felt my warm, wet quim.
Moaning at his cool touch, he removed his fingers and shifted himself so he was at my opening. Balancing above me I grabbed his biceps and stared into his eyes as he lowered himself into me. Slowly he began pulling out, as he did, he hit the sweet spot.
Hearing my moan, he began to drift over it every time.
Soon we were both close to the edge, our mindless shouts became entangled. I gripped his body as my anchor.
"Eric!" I screamed, digging my nails into his flesh as the pleasure crashed into me.
As I spasmed around Eric, he tightened and came, giving a loud, medieval cry.
When we both could move again, Eric rolled us so I lay across his body with him still inside. Giddy with pleasure a giggle escaped my lips. This set Eric off and a delicious deep chuckle erupted from him.
After a while Eric rolled his hips expertly bringing my attention to the throbbing member at hand.
The next five hours were spent pleasuring each other. When I no longer could muster the energy, Eric pulled the covers back and tucked us in. Spooning me from behind, he whispered soothing nonsense into my ear.
I quickly drifted off into a deep slumber. When I woke alone the next morning, feeling happily sated and achy, I had to admit, that had been the best "me" day, ever.
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