I do not claim any of these characters.
SPOV
Sookie hated this part time job. True, it was honest money, but something about knocking on the doors of strangers and asking who lived there, how old they were, and what race they counted themselves as just seemed rude. The government needed the information from the census though, and she needed the money.
As she walked through the apartment complex looking for her next address, and seething that she was no longer teaching her students, Sookie spotted a sign advertising a tutoring company with all certified teachers. The thought had never occurred to her to tutor, because it would be to unsteady, but working with an already established company could be exactly what she needed. She jotted the number down quickly determined to complete her interviews before calling the number.
It was still early, just two thirty, when Sookie returned home from her census interviews for the day. She picked up her home phone and called the number for Merlotte's Tutoring Service. After speaking with Sam Merlotte for just fifteen minutes, she knew that this would be a perfect fit for her. With her background in teaching English and her playful down to Earth demeanor Sam suggested that Sookie come in to work with some of older students and the adult learners, to see if she liked tutoring before any official decisions were made.
Getting off the phone, Sookie felt relieved. She knew she loved working with kids, especially when she was able to help them understand something with which they were struggling. This was going to work out incredibly well. She would be back in her element, teaching, and she would not have a jerk for a boss this time. At least she didn't think so.
Sookie thought back sorely on her last job, with her department head, John Quinn, constantly calling her babe, even in front of students. His unwelcome and constantly rebuffed advances toward Sookie finally became too much for her to handle when he grabbed her breast in the lunch room one day. Enraged, she kneed him square in the groin hard enough to make him vomit.
When her principal, and former boyfriend, Bill Compton reprimanded Sookie and accused her of not handling the situation "in a mature manner", and not setting an example for her students, it was too much. Sookie marched up to Bill spit in his face and told him, "Let him constantly demean you in front of the students for over a year and then grab you, and see how mature you are. I'm out!" With that she marched out of the office and out the front door.
Thinking back on it Sookie did feel awful for walking out without saying anything to her students, but there was no way she could face anyone after what had happened. She made sure that her best friend and fellow teacher Tara, gave out her contact information to her students. Many of them had contacted her offering their support, and telling her that they wanted her to come back, or that they wanted to revolt against Quinn and Compton. As endearing as it was Sookie did not want her kids getting in trouble because of her. She calmed them, and let them vent.
Sookie realized that she had now spent entirely too much time worrying about the past and decided she would just be happy and excited about the future. She pulled materials from her files for her "audition" as Sam had called it. She went to bed eager to begin working with her new students.
Taking a deep breath and straightening her ponytail, Sookie walked into Merlottes. She saw a few students, but not enough that she felt encouraged that she could make a living here. A tall black man walked up to her and held out his hand stating, "I'm Lafyette Reynolds. I'm in charge of all of the English and Forigen Language tutors here at Merlottes. And you, miss thang, must be Sookie."
Sookie smiled, knowing that she would like working with this character. "Yes I am. How did you guess?"
"Well," Lafyette began gesturing that Sookie should follow him, "One, you are five minutes early, and from how Sam described your phone interview that sounded exactly like you, and two, anyone who looks as good as you do needs to have a name like Sookie."
Giggling, Sookie and Lafyette stopped outside of Sam's office. Lafyette knocked once, and walked in without waiting for a response. Sookie followed looking around at the office. The walls were lined with books and filing cabinets. The small desk and the lap top were covered with student's papers, and reports. Sookie knew that anyone who was this involved in students they had no direct contact with had to really care.
Sam popped his head up from the workbook he was pouring over and smiled. Standing he pushed his shaggy strawberry blonde hair back out of his face, as he extended his hand to greet Sookie. All three sat down as Sam took out a folder.
"Now Sookie I know we discussed over the phone that you would work with a small group of the older children, but I think this might be a better assignment, and something you would find more challenging." Sam said all of this with a strained smile as though he were not sure whether or not he actually wanted to give this to Sookie.
Sookie skeptically took the plain looking manila folder, and opened it to find the description of a student. Sookie's face contorted in confusion when she looked at this student's age. "Let me clarify," Lafyette interjected, "Sugar, this man is Eric Northman. He's originally from Sweden, but he's lived just about everywhere you could imagine. His spoken English is perfect, but his written leaves much to be desired. Most of us here have tried to help him, but he's, pardon my French, a pain in the ass. We think that you might be able to work with him."
Sookie was not used to working with adults, but what could be so bad about a guy who actually admitted that he needed help with something. She spent some time looking through his samples and some of the notes in his file, then she closed the folder, handed it back to Sam, stood up smiled and said, "I'll see him at 5:30 at his home." With that she turned to walk out of the room.
Lafyette followed Sookie out of the room. "Ya know sugar, if you don't want to work with him after tonight, no one would blame you or think any less of you. Almost all of us have been there."
Sookie turned to look at Lafyette, "He needs help, he's practically begging for it with how long he's been with y'all. The reason he seems like a dick is because he's frustrated. You guys haven't figured out how to help him yet, and he doesn't know how to help himself. I'll be fine."
With that Sookie walked out and started devising her plan as to how to crack the hard exterior shell of Eric Northman.
EPOV
Five thirty did not leave him much time after work, but a new tutor might finally have the perspective to help him. He packed up his materials, and told his assistant Pam that he did not want to be disturbed this evening. Then tying back his shoulder length blonde hair he walked the short distance to his boss, Sophie-Anne's office. He needed to tell her that he would be occupied this evening, and Alcede would need to handle all of the tech problems this evening.
Eric loved his job running IT for SA Pharmaceuticals. Usually he had no difficulty with any aspect of his job, but e-mails, presentations, and memos were occasionally difficult for him. He had lived in so many countries over the years that things occasionally got jumbled when he tried to write his thoughts down. He would always check, re-check, revise and edit. Things just never sounded write when he wrote. Lately he had taken to having Pam write his more important pieces, but it was clearly not his voice. If he wanted to advance in his career, he would need to fix this issue.
He listened to classical music on the way home from work, willing himself to be calm. He hated how he acted around these tutors. Something which came so naturally to them was difficult for him. He did not like not being good at something. It turned him into an ass, but these were teachers. They dealt with worse than him regularly, that's why he kept with Merlotte's.
He pulled into his driveway, walked into his house to be greeted by Bobby, his Irish wolfhound. The dog mirrored Eric in size, but was completely obedient. Noticing that it was five twenty, Eric estimated that he had just enough time to shower and change before his new tutor showed up. If she was anything like the others she would most likely be at least five minutes late.
Exiting the bathroom clean and changed from his suit into a t-shirt and jeans, he walked into the dining room thinking he was in a dream. There was a beautiful blonde bombshell sitting at his table reading. On the table was a bowl of potato salad, fried chicken, green bean casserole, and lemonade. As thought it were right out of one of his fantasies, she then looked up from her book and smiled at him. "Hello, Eric. I'm Sookie. I thought you would never finish up in there."
Reality hit him like a wave crashing over him. This was not some fantasy coming to life, this was his tutor. This might be more difficult than the other tutors. His attention would wander, and that would not help his frustrations.
He did not know how long he stood there, when he realized he had not said anything. Embarrassed he went to a default he used with his tutors, annoyance, "How did you get in here?"
"You left the door open. I wasn't about to wait outside, and when I heard the shower running I decided to set up dinner for us." She flashed that smile again, and Eric forgot to be annoyed, and he sat down. They sat and ate in a comfortable silence. When the meal was over they cleaned up together and sat back down at the table.
"So," Sookie broke the silence, "I have been thinking all day, and I think I have figured out a way to help you with your writing issues." She was reaching into a bag, and pulling out a legal pad and a pen.
She placed the pad in front of Eric and simply stated, "Write."
Eric glared at this young woman, who made it sound so easy, "That's your answer? No prompt, no preparation, just write?" This was crazy. There was no way he could do this on the spot. He was frustrated, even more so when she smiled at him again.
"You can write about whatever you want. No editing, no revising, just let the thought form, and put it down. You can write about how much you would like to strangle Sam for sending me here, or about how much you would love to pick me up and literally throw me out the window, banning me from your house indefinitely."
Eric suddenly had a thought. Obviously being a jerk wasn't going to phase her but… "And if I wanted to write about how badly I wanted to bend you over this table and fuck you into oblivion?" He smirked, he was sure that her normal students would never dare to speak to her in such a way. She surprised him though when without batting an eye and without losing her smile she responded.
"It sounds like you have a topic. Just remember to be descriptive." She took her book back out and began reading again.
She wanted to show him that he could not scare her. She was calling his bluff. Two could play at this game he thought. He picked up the pen and started writing down all of the wild and depraved things that had been running through his mind since he rounded into the dining room after his shower.
He wrote about kissing her, ripping her shirt off and sucking on her nipples, which were sure to be pink and pert. He wrote about bending her over the table, lifting her skirt, pulling her panties to the side and ramming into her over and over, until she was screaming his name in ecstasy.
When he was done with his attempt to frighten her off with his lewd mind, he realized two things. The first thing he realized was that he had written two pages of intelligible text, without any assistance or revision. The second thing he realized was that writing down what he truly wanted to do to this beauty sitting next to him had him hard as granite.
"I think that's all for right now." He announced as he slid the pad of paper over to Sookie.
Eric watched as she marked her page, put her book down, and picked up the legal pad. He didn't watch her as she read, but he thought that he heard her shift in her seat a few times. He looked up and made eye contact, for what he was now sure would be the last time, with Sookie. She, surprisingly to Eric, smiled.
"Great job. I think that will be enough for today. When would you like to meet again?"
Eric was floored. Not only did she compliment his smut, but she was willing to come back again. "You did read what I wrote. Did you not?"
"I read every word."
"Then how are you even considering coming back?"
"Eric I taught middle school and high school, I love reading online, I've read much worse than this. I wanted you to write something crazy, something that would get you out of your comfort zone, and make you stop over thinking your words. I was going for making you angry, by walking right in, but horny worked for this purpose too." She giggled and tucked the legal pad away in her bag.
"Don't get me wrong there are still little things we can tweak," Your nipples for instance Eric thought. "But you know how to write. Which is why I would like to meet with you on a regular basis."
Eric looked at this beauty in front of him and decided that if he had any chance with her he needed to keep her around a little bit longer. "I would like to make a lot of progress quickly. I do not want to drag this out. I think meeting everyday would maximize my growth, would you agree?" There is at least one thing which will be experiencing growth with her around.
"Sure," Sookie replied flatly, "That would be great. So, same time tomorrow then?"
"Yes, five thirty tomorrow. I'll even provide the meal this time." He smiled.
The sound of her giggle made his dick twitch and with how hard he was it took all of his willpower not to moan. "Alright. I'll be on my way then."
Eric knew that he could not stand to show her out, with the massive and painful erection he was sporting, but he knew he could make her laugh again. "I would show you out, but I think you can manage without my help, seeing as how you didn't need it coming in." He smirked so she would know he was playing with her, and it worked.
The sound of her laughter filled the room and he knew he would never get the sound out of his head. "Bye," she sang out closing the door.
As soon as the door was closed he swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants relieving a little bit of the pressure. There was no way he was going to be able to do anything else or concentrate on anything until this not so little problem went away, and that wasn't going to happen on its own.
He strolled to his bedroom and flipped through his porn collection finding that nothing appealed to him. He could see her when he closed his eyes. That in mind he undressed, grabbed the lotion out of his drawer and sat in his sofa chair. He warmed the lotion in his hands, and slowly spread it over the length of his dick. He thought back to dinner and her little pink tongue darting out after her food, imagining her licking him. Exhaling slowly, he massaged his balls wanting it to be her sucking on them instead.
The image switched to one he had tonight but did not write down. Her naked, in this room, slowly lowering herself onto his waiting cock. He slowly pumped himself imagining her ridding him, straddling him in this very chair. The vision before him was astounding. Her ample breasts bouncing happily before his hungry mouth as he alternated which nipple he was sucking.
He tightened his fist as the figment of his imagination came hard around him. The thought of her continuing to ride him through her orgasm proved to be his trigger. His muscles tensed, he bucked into his hand, and came hard all over his chest and stomach. He sat panting for a moment, then got up and walked to his en suite bathroom to shower off.
His little "self love" sessions had never been that intense before. He wondered how he would fare with the real thing riding him. Those thoughts had to be put aside though. He was in a good mood now he got some work done, and decided that he would go to bed at a decent hour for once.
Eric knew that he would be most likely be waking up with morning wood from dreaming about Sookie, if he didn't have an all out wet dream. He was just fine with that though. Tomorrow he would begin seducing her. She would be his, he knew it.
SPOV
Getting into her car, Sookie let out a breath she had been holding. She had to get out of there after reading his description of what he wanted to do to her. She thought she had a difficult time controlling the urge to climb into his lap and lick his neck. She needed to get home, fast.
She hopped out of her car and made it into her bedroom of her modest farmhouse in the woods in record time. She closed the door and leaned against it. She knew that she could not get far enough away or put enough barriers between them that would keep her from wanting him.
When her breathing had calmed, Sookie put down her bag, purse and keys. As she put her bag down she saw the legal pad slide out. She had meant to leave that for Eric. Now his taunting words were in her room. She was heating up again just thinking about what he had written. She eyed the pad as she began to change for bed.
Sookie put on oversized, threadbare t-shirt to sleep in. She couldn't stop thinking about what he wrote. She climbed into bed, under the light summer blanket. She started thinking about the promises his words held; thinking about what his touch would feel like; his mouth. She touched her breasts and her nipples responded immediately.
Rolling her nipples between her fingers wanting his mouth on her, imagining his golden hair bobbing on it way down her stomach to the liquid heat between her legs, Sookie let out a soft whimper. Her hands followed the path her dream Eric's head was taking. Before she registered it her fingers were gliding over her already swollen and sensitive clit. She was so far gone that she knew that she would not be able to stop.
In no time flat, Sookie was panting hard. Her hands playing the part of Eric's in her own rendition of what he had written. She came screaming his name and arching off the bed, and she realized as she came down from her high, that she had never been that aroused alone before.
Chalking it up to the erotica Eric had written about her, Sookie got up from her bed and shuffled to her bathroom to clean up. As she did she thought about why Eric had written that. Could he have actually been so angry that he wanted to embarrass her, maybe he really was just a pain in the ass and wanted to be uncooperative, or maybe, just maybe, he liked her.
Laughing at the thought that someone who was obviously as handsome, intelligent, and well off as Eric found her appealing, Sookie padded back to her bed and crawled in. She knew she would have a hard time sleeping tonight, but Eric was her only client tomorrow afternoon. So she welcomed her restless sleep invaded by dreams of a certain Viking smut God. She could take it easy tomorrow.
EPOV
The following morning dawned, and Eric woke with a smile on his face and a tent under his sheets. He laughed at himself for being reduced to a hormonal teenage boy by his oh so hot teacher, well tutor. The song "Hot for Teacher" popped into his head along with the video, with a couple of improvements. Namely, Eric's fantasy version starred Sookie as the teacher and himself as a focused but naughty student.
Painfully aware that he needed to get into the shower for some private time, Eric made his way out of bed and across the room to his bathroom with the large walk-in shower. Along the way he began to plan.
It being a Friday, he knew he could duck out a bit early again and pick up food on the way home. Judging by what Sookie had brought over the previous night; Eric knew that expensive French cuisine would not suite this woman. She was a comfortable and down to Earth person. He would need to echo that, but he still wanted to pick up something nice. Something she wouldn't normally make herself.
Authentic Italian seemed to be his best bet. This was perfect, because he knew the perfect place, and had memorized the menu. Eric knew that if he wanted the order ready on time though he would have to call before the lunch rush. Then he could swing by on the way home and leave everything in the oven to stay warm while he set the table and freshened up.
There was no way he was going to have time for a shower if he wanted to actually let Sookie in this time. This brought up the question of how he was going to greet her. The other tutors were lucky if they got a grumbled "Hello" out of Eric before they began. Not only did he not feel aggressive toward Sookie though, he really wanted to hug her and at least give her a peck on the cheek when she got here. Could he do that after having just met her though? Would she be open to his advances? Would she think he was some sort of pervert for what he had written about her?
His last thought had stopped him cold, and he nearly spit his toothpaste all over the mirror. How would she react after having had a day to think about what he had written? Would she even bother coming back? She wouldn't be the first to run screaming after having tried to help him. With that thought Eric's good mood gone with the wind. He would pick up the food as planned, on the off chance that she did stop by, but he was already planning when he would eat the leftovers.
Sighing, no dressed and ready in his jeans a black wife beater and a blue casual button-down, Eric left for work certain that his hot for tutor fantasy would stay just that.