A/N: This is my first fic. The idea just kind of smacked into me while sitting on my couch vegging out. I started writing what I envisioned and this is the result. It's all human of course, and I've tried to keep the characters as close to canon as possible. Well, without fangs. I must give a big shout-out to my lovie Hearttorn as she beta'd this sucka for me which I do appreciate. All remaining mistakes are my own. So without further ado…

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are Charlaine Harris'. The story, situations, deviations are all my own.


Only one thought is going through my mind right now and it's that I hope he doesn't come any closer. I won't be able to control myself if he does. The way he looks and smells right now, I can feel my panties inching their way down my legs on their own. I can't think this way about him. It's not right and we shouldn't be doing anything like this.

"And I'm your best friend," he says as he pushes my dress up my thighs a little further.

I must have said that last bit out loud since he finished my thought. His lips are hovering over mine and I'm putty in his hands. I can't remember how we got into this position but all I know is we're here and there's no turning back. The scent of his cologne fills my nostrils as I breathe him in with each long, deep, cleansing breath I take. His long, silky, blonde hair sweeps across my shoulder as he moves his head side to side, bringing his lips closer and closer to mine. He starts at my ear then sweeps his lips down my jaw to my mouth. First the left side, then the right, back and forth, slowly, agonizingly slowly.

His hooded dark blue eyes stare into me, almost like he's looking through me to my soul. I feel naked in this moment, exposed for all I'm worth and its exhilarating. He knows me better than anyone else. He knows just how to…"Ungh," I groan as he lifts me by the waist onto the countertop.

My dress inches a little higher as he pushes me back so that I'm comfortable. He steps in between my legs, pushing them open wider with his hips. I latch onto them to pull him even closer, squeezing his ass a little, making him jump. The bulge in his pants made itself known along my thigh as he got himself into position. He must have been waiting for some signal to continue, and that had to be it, as he claimed my lips like they were his sole possession, belonging to no one else. I wasn't about to stop him.

I lean into him even more pressing my ample bosom against his chiseled chest. My nipples pebble at the contact. He leans into me a little more bringing us closer still. I run my hands across his chest to his shoulders, down over his nipples and across his rock hard abs. God this man is perfect. He groans into my mouth at the contact and his breath sends chills over my skin. He tastes of mint and something else which could only be described as his essence.

He places his hands on my thighs rubbing them up and down, slowly driving me crazy. An electric current runs through me at his touch and at that moment I know there's no turning back. The little voice inside my head is yelling "no, no, no," while my body is achingly screaming, "YES, YES, YES."

He grips the flesh of my inner thighs making me squirm at the sensation. My nether regions start to clench and release at his machinations and I moan in ecstasy. Eric smiles against my mouth and continues his assault on my thighs. I never thought I'd be kissing my best friend, in my kitchen, but that's where I am. As his hands trace circles on my thighs my mind drifts to how good it would feel if he'd move his hands just a little further up…

"Ah…" escapes from my lips as he pulls back to take a breath. He kisses like nothing I've ever experienced before. His lips are soft and mold to mine in a gentle but passionate way. It's as if he's telling a story with his mouth. I'll have to ask him what the moral of his story is once I can form a coherent thought. I feel as if I could stay in this moment forever. My dress slides up my thighs just a little more as his fingers make their way to their intended destination. They lazily trace the lace on the outline of my panties, brushing against my mound occasionally as he sketches out the path he wants to take to reach my aching center.

"So wet," he moans. My breath catches in my throat as I'm going to respond but another moan answers his unasked question. He slips one of his long, thick fingers into the dampened scrap of material between my legs. My hips thrust a little urging him on before he pushes his finger into my center.

"Uh, Eric…please, don't stop."

I groan as he slowly and ever so gently moves his finger back and forth, teasing me. In. Bill has never touched me like this and the feeling building low in my stomach is one I've never felt before. Out. My body has a mind of its own and starts to move in time to his finger thrusts. In. I start to feel myself coming unglued but don't want the moment to end. Out.

I know at any moment Bill will be home and can possibly catch us in this compromising situation and I can't find it in me to give a shit. The thought of possibly getting caught makes it all the more exciting and I can feel my orgasm building with every thought. In. I throw my head back and close my eyes. I can't even look at him because I'm afraid he'll see. He'll see what I can't admit to him.

"Look at me lover, don't close your eyes." Out.

"Don't, oh ple- don't…"

I can barely get my thoughts together to form a coherent sentence. I want to tell him that we shouldn't be doing this. I want to tell him that we can't continue this. I want to tell him that I love him but I know that I shouldn't. It wouldn't be fair to him or to Bill. I'm in love with Bill. I love Bill. Well, I think I love Bill. I'm not sure I know what I feel for him just now. He's been so inattentive and distant lately that…In.

Wait, what I was saying.

"Ah, ungh…" I can feel a pressure building in my abdomen and warmth spreading from my mound to my toes and with a final curve of his fingers and stroke of my clit I'm riding a wave of pleasure I've never experienced before now. I grip his shoulders tightly as I ride out my high, not wanting to lose contact with him just yet. He nibbles on my neck, kissing gently up to the base of my ear, pulling the soft tip of my lobe into his mouth. He licks the lobe, sucking gently causing me to go into convulsions as the spasms of my orgasm rip through my body. "Ah, ah, oh." My brain has gone to mush but I have to tell him…

"Hey baby, where are you?"

Shit, shitty, shit, shit. Bill's home. I quickly scramble to put myself to rights as Eric slides his fingers out of me and backs away to stand in the doorway of the kitchen. He casually leans up against the doorframe and slips his hands into his pockets just before Bill makes it into the kitchen. I can't tear my eyes away from him. He looks so calm, so smooth as if he were just innocently conversing with me just moments before. He pushes a strand of hair that's fallen into his face behind his ear, then casually slides his fingers over his top lip. He smirks at me. I take this time to notice how handsome he looks tonight. He's wearing a pale blue, cotton, button-down shirt which intensifies the dark blue of his eyes. The overhead light catches on his lucky pendant around his neck drawing my eyes down. He's left a few of the buttons undone and golden curls peek out from under the fabric. His pressed black dress pants leading down to his polished black boots. He topped it off with a brown tweed blazer that fits his style.

"There you are."

A slow blush is creeping across my face, or it could be that I'm flushed from the orgasm I've just experienced? I realize that it's the first orgasm I've ever had. I've never… I've never had an orgasm with Bill? Is that what I've been missing? Bill makes his way over to me and pulls me into a hug. I don't think he noticed as I hopped down from the countertop. I vaguely think maybe he can tell what we've been doing because he's sniffed my neck. I don't think he realized I noticed.

"Mmm, you smell good sweetheart. Is that a new perfume?"

Yeah, it's called I was just finger fucked.

"No. Hey, I didn't think you'd make it. The reservations are for 7 and we have just enough time to get there."

"Yeah, about that…"

"Aw, Bill, not again."

"I 'm sorry, but I have to go back to work tonight. I only came home to grab a few things I needed and I have to get going."

"But it's Valentine's Day. You promised we'd be able to spend time together today."

"Maybe I should go." Eric says from the doorway.

"Oh hey, I didn't see you standing there." Bills says coolly.

Bullshit. You can't miss Eric even if you wanted to. He's 6'4" of gorgeousness. How could you miss his broad shoulders, wide back, slim waist, chiseled jaw, cleft chin… I turn my head slightly to discreetly wipe the drool I know I've just dribbled down my chin while looking at Eric. Did I really not notice him before?

"Eric." Bill gives him a curt nod in greeting. "I'm glad you're here. You can take Sookie to the restaurant, that way she gets her dinner like I promised."

Asshole. Way to push your girlfriend off on another guy. I wanted to go to a romantic dinner with my boyfriend. I wanted to use this dinner and us spending time together tonight to reconnect. Maybe figure out what's going on between us so we can repair it and move on. Maybe we can talk about orgasms and my lack of them…

"I don't want to impose and besides you two should be together tonight." Thank you, Eric.

"What's the difference? You spend every other night eating dinner together. This shouldn't be any different, right?"

I didn't miss the look that came across Eric's face. That smug smile of his that he uses when he knows he's got one up on you. Bill wouldn't recognize it, but I sure did. I can read Eric's thoughts as he's standing there looking down at Bill, literally. As I said, Eric's 6'4" and Bill's barely 5'10", but I digress. Knowing Eric, he's probably thinking "you weren't here just a few minutes ago when I had my fingers working your girlfriend into a frenzy." He'd actually say that to Bill but out of respect for me he wouldn't dare. Although, I'd probably give him the go ahead to do it just to see the expression on Bill's face. Eric can be a little smug and blunt with people, but that's what I love about him. He's sarcastic as all hell but I know he'll always tell me the truth and he'd never let anyone get away with any bullshit. I'm really surprised he hadn't made a smart remark to Bill yet. They can't stand each other. They think I don't know it but I'm a little smarter than they realize.

"Look Bill, it's just a few hours. Can't you catch up on your work after our dinner?" I can't believe I'm actually begging my boyfriend to go to dinner with me. What the fuck is wrong with this picture?

"No, I really have to go in. Look, I promise you I'll make it up to you. I just have to get this project finished for Sophie Ann or she'll hand me my ass. She's been riding me nonstop about it and I have to get it done. Plus, you know what this can mean for my career. If I get that big promotion we've been talking about…You know how big that will be for me. Look, Sook, you know I love you right?"

I nod yes.

"Good. 'Cause I do and I'll make it up to you, I swear it."

He gives me his usual peck on the check as he runs back to his office to grab whatever he came to get before he bolts out the door. I've never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in my life. My boyfriend runs out on me on Valentine's Day to go to work to finish some damned project and my best friend, who'd just given me the best and only orgasm of my life - with his fingers mind you - stands looking at me with lust in his eyes and I'm torn.

I hear the door close behind Bill.

"I'll leave if you want me to. Unless you don't want to be alone, or if you want to go to dinner, I'll stay."

I can feel my brow furrowing and I lean my head forward into my hands rubbing my face furiously. Why does he have to be so sweet? This would be so much easier if he wasn't.

"Don't you think we should talk about what just happened?" I say in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, Bill's a douche." I laugh. He knows what I meant but since he knows me and knows I'm confused, frustrated, and confused, he says something that will make me laugh.

"If you want to talk about it we can talk about it but I'm pretty happy with what just happened. I've been dying to kiss you, to touch you in the most intimate places for as long as I can remember." Well, shit.

I plead with him to stop with my eyes. "Eric, we can't just do things like that. I mean..." A finger shoots up to cover my lips to stop me from speaking.

"I know what you're going to say but tell me, honestly, did you enjoy what I did to you, how I made you feel?"

Without hesitation I answer, "yes," and quickly throw my hand up to my mouth as if that would take away what I'd just said. "Yes," I say again with more conviction after removing my hand from my lips. Not even noticing the small smirk that has become a permanent fixture on his face as he watches the blush creep across my cheeks.

"That's what I thought. Why be upset over something you enjoyed? I was happy to bring you pleasure and if you'd allow me to I'd like to pleasure you again, and again, and again."

I felt my knees go a little weak at his words. I could also feel my panties dampening, again, damned libido working overtime. Why is it that he can make me weak in the knees and literally drench my panties with just a few words? Don't get me wrong, I'm attracted to Eric. I haven't met a woman that wasn't. Even Gran thinks Eric is hot but he's my best friend and I don't look at him that way. Who am I kidding, I do but only recently. I try to keep it to my fantasies when I'm alone because Bill is working. I need something to occupy my time with so I think about him behind me, under me, hands roaming my body. I've never actually brought myself to release while fantasizing about Eric because I'd rather he were there with me. Really, its because I feel a little naughty touching myself. I know, I know…I just don't want to think about him that way when he's standing so close to me that I can reach up and touch his face, pulling him to me to kiss me. I close my eyes and shake my head to clear it before answering him.

"Look, Eric, you know that I love you and that I value, no, I cherish our friendship and I don't want to ruin what we have."

"We wouldn't be ruining it! Don't you realize most relationships whose foundations are built on friendship actually last the longest? We'd already be a step ahead of the game. I for one like those odds. We know each other better than we know ourselves. I love you, more than I could ever say and I want to show you just how much. I want to make you scream my name while I'm deep inside of you. I want to feel you writhing under me in pleasure. I want you like I've wanted no one before and I can make you happy, if only you'd let me."

Fuck. Me. I can now go into the Guinness Book of World Records for fastest vanishing panties…

As he's been saying this he's stepped closer and closer to me, pinning me up against the kitchen counter. His fingers trace the contours of my wrists up to my shoulders where he drags his fingertips across the surface of my collar bone. I start to quiver under his touch and can't control the urge to grab his face and pull him into me for a kiss. He must have felt the same way and leans in close, closer until he's an inch from my full lips. They slowly separate as my tongue glides out to wet them and he lunges forth that last inch and captures it in his mouth. Our tongues duel as he explores every inch of my lips, licking, nipping, ravishing me. He pulls away again to look in my eyes, our panting the only sound echoing through the apartment.

I can't help but think that tonight is going to be a long night…

A/N: *peeks out from behind couch* So, since I'm a virgin and this is my first time I ask you to please be gentle with me. Press the green button and let me know what you think. If you don't like it, please be nice. As my mother always told me, "if you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all." I'm all for constructive criticism though. And suggestions are appreciated. Some of them may even go into the story as I don't have it all mapped out just yet. I'm kind of just going where the mood takes me.

I have some of the next chapter written already and it'll be in Eric's POV. I for one would like to know what he's thinking, especially while Bill's in the room. Hee, hee…

xoxo