"What are you doing here, Eric?" Sookie whispered under her breath, almost inaudibly. She knew that he'd have no trouble hearing her. She had just been waxing the kitchen floor as Eric appeared suddenly beside her, with no warning whatsoever, not even the most miniscule of sounds. Sookie should have been used to that by now.
"You know that already." Eric murmured; his lips parted ever so slightly. He was hunched over to look into Sookie's eyes, who now realised she was still crouched on the floor.
Raising herself with dignity, Sookie gave Eric's clothing an incredulous once-over. He was dressed in tight fitting jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Sookie tried without success to avert her eyes from admiring his broad, masculine shoulders.
After some time, she managed to divert her eyes from Eric's top half and focused on brushing the dirt from her Merlotte's uniform. It would be going in the washing machine just as soon as Eric left, but Sookie found that it was the perfect excuse not to look at Eric while she spoke.
"How would I know?" Sookie muttered; eyebrows furrowing as she fiddled with her plain white t-shirt. In truth, Sookie was frightened at the fact that just moments before Eric's arrival she had been thinking about him, dreaming about him.
"I can feel your emotions, Sookie." Eric stated. "You forget you've had my blood." He raised a cautious hand to brush the golden hair back from her warm face.
"I didn't forget." Sookie lied, feeling her cheeks redden. She often forgot the fact that Eric could sense her emotions, until she was in a situation where it came in handy, or often irritating, such as now.
Sookie paused, deciding whether to ask the question playing on her tongue. "What emotions were you feeling, exactly?"
She sensed, rather than saw Eric approach her inhumanly fast. He was a thousand year old vampire, and he did nothing to conceal that knowledge. She felt Eric's hand graze her cheek soothingly, before tucking away a lock of her golden hair behind her ear. He was stood directly behind her, and Sookie found herself instinctively leaning back into him.
"I think you know that, too." Eric murmured in her ear. Sookie felt an involuntary tremor rock through her body at his close proximity. It was either fear or arousal, or most likely; both. Sookie tended to get the lines blurred when it came to vampires, particularly this one.
"I-" Sookie began, she was about to say "I think I do too", but she thought better of it. If Eric thought for one second that Sookie was admitting her feelings for him to herself, he wouldn't hold back one ounce.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Sookie lied. She was thankful that her face was out of Eric's intense gaze, knowing that if not she would most definitely crack.
"Don't you?" Eric whispered huskily, his warm breath sending pleasurable shivers through her ear and surrounding skin. Sookie's thoughts began to cloud, her eyes closing. She half-heartedly fought against Eric as he span her around to face him, but it was no use. Sookie had already given in; to Eric, to her body and most of all to herself. She wanted him.
Eric leaned forward as if to kiss her, but the kiss never came. Instead, Sookie found herself staring deeply into eyes that she could almost fall into. They were hypnotising her. The universe didn't matter, Bill didn't matter; nothing mattered.
Sookie woke in her large double bed soaked in a cold sweat. She'd sat up suddenly, exhaling erratically. She initially felt relieved; and then came the bitter disappointment. It was just a dream after all. The conflicting emotions consumed her, and Sookie found herself longing for those oblivion-like eyes to find her once more.