Hope you guys enjoy! This is for all of you Eric and Sookie fans out there.
So many things in my life had been complicated. From my ranging family issues, to a certain "disability" of mine, to my messy love life, even a stranger could understand my life has been one complicated mess.
I sighed, flipping over on my stomach, allowing the sun the bake my back. It was one in the afternoon, on a lazy Sunday. It's been almost two weeks since the whole fairy war fiasco. Even now and then when I catch a glimpse of the small pink lines that serve as scars on my legs, I can't help but shudder remembering what those horrid things did to me. I was shuddering now just thinking about it.
I sat up impatiently flipping my sunglasses to the top of my head. It was a rare off day for me, and so far I hadn't been bothered by any supernatural crises, a first. It was days like this I realized how truly different my life was, where I counted a day not including being beaten up, involved in a vampire political war, or other type of battle involving supes, as a normal one. And okay, I admit it, a boring one. But now that I thought about it, I had gone suspiciously long without hearing from my sometimes vampire love (Eric), my former lover (Bill) whom I didn't know was alive, the annoying-as-hell-but-still-lovable vampire (Pam), or anyone else.
Ah Eric. Even now I could feel the waves of lust overcoming me just thinking about that seven foot tall piece of Viking ass. I couldn't help but smile thinking about it. But I wasn't sure what we are, or where we stand. Sure, we had been "pledged" (something I wasn't too happy about at first), made glorious naughty love, but I hadn't seen him since the night he took me back to my house cryptically whispering, "Don't forget, lover." Before disappearing of course. I should be mad. In fact, if it were anyone other than Eric I probably would have been. But whether it be our blood bond, or my feelings for him, who knew, I was hanging in there.
"Sookie!" My head snapped up to see Amelia walking towards me with a mischievous looking smile. Oh boy.
"Hey Amelia. About time you got up, have you been sleeping all this time?" I asked her teasingly. She shrugged and sat down at the foot of the pool chair I had been using for tanning.
"I was out late last night, didn't get in until around 4 this morning. Which reminds me, almost as soon as I got in, you got a phone call." I sat up straighter. "It was Eric, I offered to go wake you up but he said let you rest. He gave me a message to pass on though. He said he was sorry he hasn't been in touch sooner, he has been busy, and he wants you to come to Fangtasia tonight." My eyes widened. I hadn't expected that. Amelia was surveying my face carefully.
"Did he? Huh. How did he sound?" I asked, trying not to sound too excited.
"He sounded…intense. Is that a good description?"
"Yeah I guess. You can never tell with that one." I said with a little laugh. I pulled my blonde hair up into a ponytail, intending on doing something more with it tonight.
"So whats the deal with you two now-a-days?" She asked plucking a stray hair off my bikini top. I had gotten used to Amelia's little quirks, so it didn't bother me.
"I don't know really," I said carefully, "I guess that's what I'm going to find out tonight. Hopefully anyway. But enough about me, how are you doing? You know….with the whole…Tray thing." At once Amelia's eyes watered up, and I felt bad for mentioning it. She took a deep breath.
"Its hard Sook, I'm not going to lie. I'm getting better though. I just miss him a lot." She said brushing away a stray tear. Impulsively I threw my arms around her neck giving her tight hug.
"I'm so sorry! If there is anything I can do, just let me know! I'm here for you." I said sincerely. She seemed to brighten up a bit at that.
"Oh I know, Sookie. You've been a great help already, thanks for continuing to let me stay here. I really appreciate it." I smiled, and she gave me a small watery one in return. She stood up, brushing the fronts of her shorts off. She raised an eyebrow.
"You're not going to wear that tonight are you? I mean sure it might set the Viking off, but maybe we should get you in some real clothes. Come on, lets go pick something out!" Relieved at the turn in conversation I stood up and followed her into the house, to find something to knock the socks off that blonde vampire. Oh goody.
"Well, well. Sookie you look like a scrumptious morsel in that dress if you don't mind me saying so." Pam said dryly, her eyes flicking appreciatively over my outfit. I couldn't help but blush.
Amelia had made good on her word, and had primped and dolled me up as if I were going to prom rather than to a Vampire bar. But I probably wouldn't have worn the off the short and strapless deep purple silk dress that wrapped and hugged every curve, while showing off the right amount of ample cleavage. She had insisted on curling my hair into soft waves, and putting me in five inch black heels, that I liked to call death traps. She had even made me wear a strapless black lace bra, and a barely there black lacy thong. After a few spritzes of perfume, some mascara, eyeliner, and berry lipstick, I was pronounced ready.
I couldn't see Eric yet, but already I felt the hum of safety, happiness, and overwhelming lust just being in the same place as him. I turned back to Pam.
"Thanks Pam, I think. Um, where's Eric? He asked me to meet him here."
"Yes. The master is in his office, you go on back." She said nearly purring. I thanked her and as I walked away she called,
"You're going to give him a heart attack in those heels Sookie. I wish I could see his reaction." She gave me a wink before turning back to admit the normal patrons of the club. She was wearing the filmy black vinyl dress that was basically her uniform at the club. I chuckled at Pam and suddenly felt nervous as my hand touched the doorknob. At once I was afraid that I was being ridiculous, dressing up like this, afraid of getting hurt, afraid of being betrayed as I had so many times before. But as I opened the door all those fears went away and were replaced by happiness, excitement, and raw powerful lust at the sight of Eric.
He was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, tightened perfectly to show off that glorious backside. With it he was wearing an ice blue shirt that contrasted perfectly with his blonde hair and pale skin. His blue eyes met mine and I almost jumped him right then and there.
"Sookie." He said, the one word making my legs turn to jelly. I simple stood there, rendered unmovable by the force of his eyes raking every inch of my body bit by bit with his eyes. His fangs popped out in clear arousal. I felt as if he were fucking me with his eyes. I had to gather my breath in great effort in order to say,
"Eric." With that one word he was suddenly in front of me, pressing my back gently against the door. His arms were on either side of my head as he continued to stare into my eyes. The bulge in his pants was pressed against me where I could feel exactly how hard he was. He descended on my mouth, not so gently, and I responded eagerly. I threw my arms against his neck, trying to compensate for the height difference. This seemed to be a hindrance for him too as he gripped the backs of my legs pulling me up where my legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, and I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Literally. Our mouths moved against one another as I scraped his fangs lightly with my tongue. He almost growled as he pulled back with enough effort to whisper in my ear,
"How can I think when you come in here dressed like that? Its not fair, my lover." He said hoarsely. His head bent down as his mouth sucked on various pleasurable places on my neck. I was almost panting.
"I'm not fair? How about you attacking me like this?" I said protesting. He pulled back from inching my dress down, and raised an eyebrow, now holding me an arm's length away.
"Shall I stop, as you say, attacking you?" I almost sobbed at the idea of stopping. He chuckled at my reaction and before I knew it we were back to where we started. In one fluid movement he yanked my dress down over me, leaving me in the scanty bra and thong. I could tell through our blood blond he hadn't been expecting that. I smiled, satisfied by his surprise. He looked at me and smirked.
"You have been holding out on me." He pulled my bra down and at once began eagerly sucking on one nipple, his thumb rubbing tenderly against the other. He switched the other and I felt the tiny sting of his fangs as he sucked from my breast. Unable to ignore the waves of pleasure both the bite and his clever fingers were causing, I cried out. He finished sucking the blood before licking it, allowing the wound to close. He kissed me urgently again, I could taste the blood on his tongue. Deviously I squirmed a bit, until Eric got the hint I wanted to be placed back on the floor. He seemed confused by my actions until I kneeled on the floor unzipping his pants quickly.
I pulled the jeans down breathlessly, happy to see my Viking hadn't bothered with underwear of any kind. I took his gracious plenty into my mouth, satisfied to hear him groan loudly. I licked and sucked, over, and over, as he gripped my hair, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. I felt his tension building as I sucked more furiously until he yelled his release in that unfamiliar language. I stood back up, my own lust making me daring as I perched on his desk spreading my legs, reveling in the hungry look that gleamed in his eyes. I crooked a finger towards him, and before I could gasp he was there pushing me back onto the desk kissing me furiously. His hands groped my breasts, kneading them as I gave little breathy sounds of pleasure.
But before we could get to the final act, Eric paused, and backed away, regret, lust, and irritation all clouding his face. I sat up breathlessly.
"Eric, what's wrong?" I said, confused. He came back towards me, planting a small soft kiss on my lips.
"Lover as much as I want to fuck you right here and now, all over my office, in every way you can imagine, you are much too important to me to be taken like this in such an unceremonious place." He nearly growled, the strange far away accent creeping into his voice. I smiled. So my vampire was still a chivalrous gentleman after all. "Plus I cannot guarantee our privacy without any interruptions, though they would be punished furiously for doing so. My bonded and pledged deserves to be in a nicer place than this." He said with some regret.
"If not here, then where?" I asked, my lust not completely satiated. He smiled as he helped me pull my bra and dress back on.
"My house of course." My eyes widened in shock. He had invited me to stay at his house before, but this would be the first time I would actually be going there. I was curious to see it.
"Your house? Is it far away?" I asked, slipping the death traps back on my feet and fixing my hair to make sure it was all in place. He too was pulling his jeans back on as he answered with a twinkling look in his eye.
"No, not too far my lover. Can you wait just a few more minutes?" He asked playfully. I blushed and he laughed at my reaction. After checking we were completely presentable he put an arm around my waist, holding me close to him as we weaved through the club, as if saying "This is my woman, don't you forget it." Eric was nothing if not territorial. As we passed Pam on the way out she wrinkled her nose, and defiantly put a hand on her hip.
"I can smell both of your excitement from across the room. I swear Eric if you have been fucking in that office, I am never going in there again." Eric simply laughed at her.
"Better get to cleaning then Pam." She stuck her tongue out at him before waving goodbye to me.
Yippee, we get to see Eric's house ;) This should be fun to write. Please press the green button and review, leave some love! Hope you guys liked it! Definetly more to come. Oh and I don't own the characters or plots, Charlaine Harris does. But you better believe if I did, I would get Sookie and Eric together, permanently.