Based on 'True Blood' with some ideas from 'SVM'.

Starts some time after Maryann's death. Bill's proposal and disappearance has not happened yet…

English is not my native language!!! But I've got a wonderful Beta-reader Blooddrunk, willing to correct my mistakes.

Characters belong to Charlaine Harris, Alan Ball and others, not to me.

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- Hello, Bill!

- Nice evening, Bill!

- Are you fine, Bill?

- Your blood is coming, Bill!

As a hero of this little town he is welcomed everywhere now. While it still feels strange to be surrounded by these cheerful humans who openly despised him not so long ago, Sookie is happy for him. For her friends being his friends, for him being praised and accepted as any usual patron at Merlotte's- she is happy. And for that he is happy. She turns from the table with orders but she does not go straight towards the kitchen. She goes towards him. She comes forward and places her hands on his shoulders. He pulls her body to him, soft and warm. He can feel her and kiss her and even nuzzle her neck, and nobody will say, or even think, anything to disturb her. They are accepted together. And for that he is happy.

Smiling broadly she goes on fixing her orders. No risk of somebody touching her with untoward movements or words… probably thoughts, but at least, as she has told him, it is much easier now for her to switch to his silence to rest- when he is near. And near he is. In his usual booth sipping his usual blood from the bottle. Could he ever dream about all this being that normal? Once in a while he even takes some tunes on the piano, which happened to be in Merlotte's. Patrons seem to enjoy. Could he hope that all this would last?

They drive home together, to his place. Her house is still under repairing and reconstruction, she wants to have bedroom up there light safe like in Dallas hotel. All work and materials paid by the town, of course. For now she is staying with him.

Last week Jessica moved to the lovely apartment with Hoyt. No screams from the neighbors. It was time for the boy to start with his life. By the way, he is also a hero by now. People don't want to remember and be reminded about what happened under Maryann's spell, so they announced everybody as heroes who didn't lose their mind. To buy their silence that was not a high price.

Soon, so soon he is sitting by the fire with his woman's long legs stretched lazily on his lap. He is massaging her feet while she's talking about her day… nothing special, just normal working day of his woman. The last time life was this normal for him was more than 170 years ago in this house.

- "Do you need a shower or want a bath, sweetheart?"

- "Bath will be fine… and it's good that I'm not working tomorrow… so I can sleep…"

- "So I am allowed to keep you awake for a while…", he says moving his hand from her foot towards her shorts, caressing her thigh, taking in her incomparable smell together with that tormenting pulsation of her incomparable blood. She is shivering slightly, revealing her anticipation and lust. She says:

- "Are you starting the water? I'm up in five minutes, be ready!"

- "If you think I am not ready… you will have to think again, sweetheart."

He is so very ready waiting for her in the tub. She slides out of her clothes and his fangs slide out to greet her naked body and soon her back is pressed to his chest, her breasts covered by his moving hands, nipples hardening at once. He takes washing cloth, but she kisses him and presses her bottom towards his need. There is no doubt about what she really wants. Not to waste their time for the soap, he kisses her forehead and her nose and dives on her mouth, onto her welcoming lips. He changes their places so that she can lay her heard on the bath pillow and he can caress her all over and kiss. It is so helpful that he doesn't need to breathe under water when he is reaching for her folds with his hungry mouth, pressing her sensitive button by his tongue, pushing his fingers inside her. She is parting her knees for his better access. Her breathing, relaxed for a while, goes faster and faster. She is on the edge so soon. Holding one hand under her bottom he pushes her slightly up so that her juices will not mix with the water and so that she can watch him finishing her. And she looks at him crying his name while he is consuming that wonderful starter she gives him.

He kisses her over again. The water is getting cold. They dry each other with big fluffy towels. She is so relaxed that he must help her standing upright. She presses the towel towards his now up standing need and smiles, licking her upper lip, playing, promising, teasing, inviting… all in one, and she doesn't need to encourage him more. He enters her almost directly as her back touches the bed. Just with the tip and then slowly down with all his swollen length. Down and up, up and down. She is so silky and wet, she is so welcoming, willing, and so open for all his desires. He bites upon her breast when she is about to come. Her violent coming is followed by his. For a while they are laying attached to each other. And he is ready again. He turns her on her belly. She sighs in pleasure stretching herself under him; parting her thighs, moving up her glorious ass, turning her head, watching him enter… she likes it. Then they're changing position once more. She is used to his ways, to what he has taught her. She knows only him and she needs only him as he knows. She is so relaxed and delighted, and her blood… she just doesn't know what treasure she is sharing with him so lightly. But he knows and he treasures her gift. One more mouthful of her blood and it should be enough for tonight. She is almost sleeping already, more relaxed than exhausted but still he wouldn't insist … next night will come soon. He leaves her to sleep.

There are still some things to be done in the house. Humans are ready to help, but some things he is happy doing himself. Like a man he had been long before. Physical work is much easier being vampire, it is simply the pleasure. His bedroom is already light safe and provided with secure door, so he can stay there by day, but the fire place room must also be adjusted, so that they can fall asleep together even there… just some easy moving constructions.

All of a sudden something is disturbing his work… something is going on in his own blood, pushed through the bond from his Sookie.

It cannot be Eric… It must not be Eric… It is Eric, of course. She is dreaming about him now. He runs up and kneels by the bed. There is nothing to do. Just to hope that all this will pass. He knows better, of course. He is enough of a vampire to know. And enough of a vampire to fight. But his enemy hides under the cover of her golden hair… how to reach him? How to keep him away? Raising sun sends him to rest from these questions.

He opens his eyes to see her sitting beside him. Her smell and her warmth and her pulse are right on the place, but her breathing is tensed and her face… something is really wrong.

- Sorry, Bill, I must talk to you now, I guess…

- What is it about?

- About my dreams… You mentioned it back in the Dallas and now it's going on. My dreams occupied by his face and his body and his… you know. You told me yourself that it could be like this. And it is so right now.

- I know. His blood is providing your dreams.

- And how long have you known that, tell me? Did you know that I was dreaming about you, Bill, just after I tasted your blood?

- Yes I knew it.

- And you did not tell me! Do you know what you are really telling me now by saying this?