"Taste"
He gripped her shoulders. "Sookie, ask me in."
She angrily shoved him back, away from the threshold that she knew he could cross, as she had not rescinded his invitation. "No! I fucking hate you! I hate you!"
Her brown eyes welled up with tears and if he had a heart, he felt sure it would hurt at the sight of them. "I did not tell you this to hurt you. I apologize that it was my words that brought you pain. Please understand I did not know what Bill was up to. I would have-"
"Would have what, Eric?" She spit out, her eyes flashing, her hands thrown out to her sides. "Protected me? Or used me to your own advantage?"
He shook his head, the cement stiffening his hair. He stepped forward, he could feel the heat radiating off her small frame. "I don't know what I would have done, Sookie. But I would have made sure you wouldn't have been used by the queen."
She slowly sunk to the threshold, her shoulders slumping, then slowly raising with her quiet sobs. "Like Bill did?" She whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
He lowered himself so that he crouched near her. "Sookie." He said softly. "I am sorry." He gently reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. She grasped his hand tightly, holding it against her soft, warm skin.
"Why, Eric?" She murmured. "Why did he do this to me? He was…everything to me." Her eyes searched his for answers he didn't have.
"I am sorry for your pain," he responded quietly. He gently took her shoulders, helping her to her feet. "Don't shed your tears for him. He doesn't deserve them."
She nodded as his hand slid down her arm to her hand. She was so small and delicate. She fingered the drying concrete on his skin. "Eric, you need to get out of these clothes and wash this off your skin. Cement sucks all of the moisture away."
His lip curled a bit. "Why, Sookie? Are you trying to get me naked?" He stepped forward as she led him inside. He followed her through the dimly lit house to her bathroom. He watched her, somewhat confused, as she started the shower and went about getting him a clean towel. He leaned against the doorframe, feeling the cement tighten more on his skin.
"Strip," she said calmly when she turned to face him. There was not hint of a smile of her face, no teasing.
"Strip?" His eyebrow popped up and he struggled to keep his composure. He slowly unzipped his track jacket and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. "Like this?" He asked, pulling his tank top over his head. His muscles in his back and arms rippled. His abs flexed as he hooked his fingers into the waist of his pants.
"Wait," she sighed and knelt down, fighting with his boots and socks. He watched the top of her blonde head with amusement. She growled a bit under her breath and reached for a pair of scissors, snipping through his laces. "There!" She tugged the boots off triumphantly.
"Now what?" He asked, curious as she stood before him, hands on her hips. Her eyes were still red-rimmed; tear stains on her cheeks. He wanted to kiss them away.
"Pants, then shower." She motioned to the steam billowing out from the curtain.
He met her challenge and slid his pants down, revealing his bare skin. He watched her eyes try to keep focus on his face, although they fluttered down a few times. He stepped passed her to get into the shower, the muscles of his long, lean legs flexing. He was particularly proud of his ass, with the twin dimples below his lower back. He had been told many times that it was quite magnificent.
The hot water coursed over his skin, relieving the tightness of the cement. He soaked his hair, trying to comb through it with his fingers to no avail. He glanced to the side and could see her outline on the other side of the shower curtain, stock-still.
"Sookie?" He said quietly.
"Yes, Eric?" She answered.
"Would you have a comb I could use on my hair?" He squirted some of her shampoo into his hand. It smelled of her, but also reminded him of memories long past. Sweet and warm, like the honey Aude would spread onto his bread in the mornings.
"Here." She reached around the curtain, presumably handing him a comb.
His hair was lathered with her shampoo, the suds slowly working down into his eyes. "Can you give me a hand?" He asked, squinting at her through the soap. He turned his back to her so she could reach his hair.
He felt her hesitate. "Sookie?" The curtain moved and a hand wiped the soap away from his eyes. He opened his eyes, to see her standing in front of him. He was startled as his eyes started to travel down.
"Hey, buddy, eyes up here!" She snapped her fingers to get his attention.
He grinned. "Eyes above the waist?"
She rolled her eyes. "How about above the neck?"
He bent his knees a bit to give her better reach. Her fingers tangled into his blond locks and started to scrub. He closed his eyes at her touch, enjoying the way it felt to have someone wash his hair. Normally he showered alone. It had been centuries since he had a relationship and he wasn't about to let a fangbanger into his shower. He peaked one eye open, taking in her tan skin, her arm so close to his face.
He could smell her and she was intoxicating. He felt himself stir and he tried to contain his excitement. She stepped closer, trapping him against her stomach. She rinsed his hair under the water and applied the conditioner. He took the comb and ran it through. Her hands slid down to his chest, making small circles in the shampoo trails.
He reached for her body soap and squeezed a generous amount onto the loofah and started washing his arms. His eyes closed as she took it away from him and began to wash his chest and stomach. He leaned his head back under the water, washing out the conditioner. He moved a bit under the water to let her enjoy its warmth, as he could tell from the goose flesh on her skin she was cold. He noticed that her hair was clipped up, leaving her neck bare. He watched her pulse point jump with each beat of her heart, and he longed to put his lips to her neck, his teeth to her skin, and to delicately puncture the soft flesh. Her breasts were full and brown from the sun, her nipples erect. He could feel her desire for him and he longed to pull her close.
She pushed him back against the shower wall, continuing to wash him, sliding down the length of his hip, his thigh, and his calf. The soap slid between their skin as she stood back up, reaching behind him to knead his back, his ass. He took the loofah from her and raised an eyebrow," May I?" He asked softly.
Her brown eyes stared hesitantly into his. He could feel his question rolling around in her mind. The answer was yes. He ran the soapy sponge over her shoulders, down her arms.
"No," she whispered softly.
"No?" He repeated, confused. He had heard her answer in her head. He had felt her respond to him.
"No," she said again, taking the sponge from his hand. "No, you can't wash me." She hung the sponge on the shower caddy.
He looked into her face, cupping her cheeks with his hands. "Sookie?"
"But there are other things you can do," she continued, leaning into him.
Her body was pressed against his and his senses spun out of control. His mouth hungrily found hers, ravishing the recesses of it, sucking on her tongue as if he were starving. Her hands slid down his broad shoulders, to his arms, gripping him tightly.
Her heartbeat thudded in his ear as he felt his fangs descend. He spun her around, pressing her back against the wall. His hands gripped her hips as he slid himself against her. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, flicking the nipples until they warm and he took one into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. He felt her small hand encompass him and gently begin to stroke. His body shook with his desire for her.
"Eric," she whispered. "I want you."
His tongue licked at her neck and he took in a deep breath. "Are you sure?" He spoke against her skin, longing for a taste of her.
"Yes, I want to forget." Her mouth caught his and she hungrily returned his kisses. Her tongue stroked his fangs, causing him to moan into her mouth.
"Sookie, this is not how I want our first time to be," he said quietly, catching her eyes. "I want you to be with me, but not to forget Bill."
She grasped his hands. "I want you, Eric. I have wanted you for a very long time. I want to do this with you."
He reached behind him and turned off the water. He grabbed the towels and quickly stepped out of the shower, handing one to her and rubbing himself dry. She dried off and stood beside him on the bath mat, her eyes confused. "Eric, please."
He put his finger to her lips. "Hush, lover," and he swept her into his arms. He strode into the bedroom, gently laying her down on her bed. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her as he laid kisses on her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and her mouth. Her lips responded to his willingly, nibbling at him and moaning when he let his body rest upon hers. One hand cupped her breast; the other stroked her hair.
He leaned his forehead against hers, gently rubbing his face against hers. He reached between them, his fingers sliding between her legs. She gasped as he felt her hot wetness on his fingers as he began to stroke her.
"Sookie," he breathed out," you feel so warm."
She shuddered under him and moved in time with his fingers, her mouth once again reaching for his. He pressed against her leg, sliding along her thigh. She arched her back and he bent his head down, taking her breast into his mouth again. His fangs nipped at the skin, his whole body humming from her scent.
"I want you inside me, Eric," she breathed into his ear. "Now."
He brushed himself at her entrance, his tip at her opening. His lips found her again. "Look at me," he whispered and her eyes opened. His was lost in their depths, in awe of all that he saw there. Pain, confusion, anger…but most of all desire and he knew it was a desire for him.
She pricked her tongue against his fang and he tasted the blood in his mouth.
"Go ahead," she smiled softly. "Taste me."
He groaned and sucked her tongue into his mouth, the taste of her driving him wild. The sweet fae in her blood combined with taking the blood of someone he craved so deeply was almost more than he could stand. He pushed himself inside of her and she cried out, her hips rising to meet his. He began a slow and steady pace, sheathing himself deeply inside of her and pulling out till he was barely in. Her hips rocked against his, as he looked down at her body, admiring the brownness of her skin, her pert breasts, her flat tummy; he watched where they were joined together.
"Will you take my blood?" He asked, his gaze traveling back up her body to meet her eyes that were watching him.
"Yes," she whispered," I want to taste you."
He bit into his wrist and brought it to her mouth. Before she wrapped her lips around it, she leaned her neck to the side." Drink me." She started to suck on his wrist and he sank his head to her neck. His tongue tasted her skin and his lips began to kiss and suck.
He moved his hips in time with hers, her nails digging into his back. He nuzzled her skin and slowly bit into her.
She cried out and he began to drink her in. He was lost; lost in her and her scent and her taste and her body. His hand stroked her stomach, her arm, her leg and she wrapped her legs around his hips, matching him thrust for thrust.
His wound on his wrist healed and she gently kissed it as he continued to suck from her. He could feel her inside of him, in his blood, in his mind and her arousal was driving him over the edge.
He sat back on his heels, taking her with him so that she now straddled his lap. She braced her feet on either side of him on the bed and lifted herself in a slow and maddeningly steady rhythm. He was nearing his release and from the way she moved she seemed to be close as well.
"I will wait for you," he whispered into her ear, his hands holding her hips.
"I am so close," she responded, opening her eyes. He held her gaze, their mouths brushing against one another. Her body started to tense around him and her back began to arch. Sweat glistened on her body. He rocked his body into hers and her head fell back as she started to cry out. He pulled her back against him, pounding into her as his own release neared. His mouth caught he breast and his fangs pierced the skin.
"Eric!" She screamed, her hands grasping his hair, burying him closer to her. He groaned in response as he spilled himself into her.
"Mitt hjärta är fullt, älskare." He whispered to her, his body still moving gently in hers. His hands stroked her back and her hair, now out of her clip. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. "Älskare."
