AN- This is my first piece of fanfiction, so please bear that in mind. I have read a lot of really fantastic stories starting from the trios time in Dallas, so I decided to give it a go myself. My story starts after Godric's death and just before everyone is due to go back to Bon Temps. Because I'm ever so slightly obsessed with Eric:P, this will of course be an Eric/Sookie story, how I wished it had gone. Everyone knows Bill is a lying pig and in my humble opinion Eric has been screwed over as a character by the shows writers.
The title of this story comes from the song of the same name by a band called Mud. It stuck in my mind as a good one for the relationships in True Blood so I stuck with it.
Please let me know if you think this story should be continued or remain a one-shot. I actually have big plans for it and already have several chapters half written in my head. Anyway, enough rambling. Enjoy.
Secrets That You Keep
His hands worked themselves down her aching body with all the precision of an artist at work on a masterpiece. Her name fell from his lips in a harsh whisper that communicated just how long he'd wanted to do this. "Sookie..." Eric pressed his body into her, enveloping her tiny frame in his huge, muscular form. Trailing her fingers slowly up his back to wind into his soft blonde hair, she let out a sharp hiss, drawing his head down so that her lips could finally catch his in a searing kiss that almost knocked the wind out of her. If she'd known he would be this talented in the bedroom she may have given in to him sooner. Their mouths fought frantically against each other, tongues dashing out to probe, explore each others mouths, their mutual hunger for each other almost sending them to their peak before they'd even properly started. Sookie felt his hands push her nightdress slowly up her thighs, earning him a soft groan. Eric seemed determined to take his time, savour the moment, and she was only too happy to oblige him. One of her hands loosened on his hair to slide back down his bare back and slip into the trousers that covered his spectacular ass, pushing them down. The other hand gripped his hair even tighter, while her hips started to move. The heat shooting right into her core was like nothing she had ever felt before, her entire body felt aflame with desire. This was right. This was where she belonged, in Eric's arms, underneath his hard, gorgeous body with his fingers tearing her underwear to shreds, the hardness of his erection pressing against her pleasure centre, rubbing slowly, driving her wild. He let out a primal growl into her mouth before he tore his lips away to bury his face in her neck. Licking, biting hard enough to draw just a little blood, he slid his cock into her dripping core inch by inch, torturing her in the sweetest way. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave herself over to the sensations he was producing deeper in her than any man had ever been before. It was no lie to say that Eric was much more blessed than Bill was downstairs. When he was buried completely, he lifted his head just enough to stare into her eyes. His hand came up to caress her face, fangs fully extended. "Sookie..." he groaned, thrusting out just to slam back in. Once. Hard. She gave a yelp of pure bliss. "You are mine. I love you.."
"ERIC!" Sookie cried out. Her entire body was trembling, sweating. She sat up quickly, the sheets around her dropping from her body. Another dream, she realised. This was getting ridiculous. Night after night all she dreamed of was Eric. Gorgeous, evil, sometimes sweet, manipulative, clever, sexy as hell, but still... evil, Eric. She could kill him. He was even forcing his way into herwaking thoughts now. Just this morning she'd lost herself in an Eric-centered fantasy of epic proportions, which was bad enough but for the fact that she'd been having breakfast with Barry the Bellboy down in the dining area of Hotel Carmilla at the time. Shaking her head as if to wipe the image of a smirking Barry asking if she was feeling quite alright from her mind, she gave a start as she felt the bed shift. Bill was moving. Uh-Oh.
"Sookie? Would I be correct in assuming you were having entertaining dreams about Eric?" he growled, looking none too happy.
"You heard that huh." she replied, looking down, finding herself unable to look at him anymore.
"I believe the entire hotel heard that."
She sighed, pushing the blankets back and standing to grab her robe and tie it around her. "Look, Bill, I'm sorry. I can't help what I dream about can I?" It wasn't that she didn't care that Bill was upset, but really, this was NOT her fault and it was beginning to piss her off royally that he was taking his frustration out on her just because he didn't have the guts to be horrible to Eric.
"Can't you?" he replied shortly, exiting the bed himself now. "Eric's forcing you to drink his blood may have caused you to become attracted to him, but dreams that cause you to scream his name for all the damn world to hear are what concern me."
"Now really Bill..." she turned to glare at him. "You don't seriously think I'd have done that if it wasn't for his blood. I hate Eric! You know I do!" she heard her own voice raising and tried to calm down before this became an all-out fight. "Bill," she tried again. "You know I don't feel anything for Eric..."
He cut her dead with a very loud and un-Bill-like snort. "Really Sookie? You feel nothing yet I wake to find you screaming his name in a way you have never screamed my own." Ah, she thought with a pang, no wonder he's unhappy with me. She opened her mouth to speak but Bill wasn't finished yet, his voice steadily getting louder. "You feel nothing for him yet you took his blood in the first place rather than, as you thought, watch him die. You feel nothing yet you rushed off to hold his hand while his coward of a maker took the easy way out and met the sun..."
Bill was by no means finished but his rant was interrupted by Sookie's swift approach and the feel of her hand colliding with his face.
"Don't you... don't you even. How could you speak about Godric that way? He was the bravest, kindest man, vampire or not, that I've ever met. And Eric loved him Bill. Even you cannot deny that. I won't hear Godric called a coward Bill. You're angry with me, not him." she had no idea where the sudden surge of fury had come from, but she embraced it. Godric, after all, had saved her from a rapist and a pyscho maker. She owed him. Bill, however, wasn't in the mood to be chastised. She gave a startled cry as she was suddenly gripped none too gently by the throat.
"Bill." she spluttered. "Stop." His eyes were glowing with rage, and for the first time Sookie was terrified of him. Her voice seemed to snap him out of it and he dropped her in shock. She sank to the floor, hands moving to gingerly touch her throat. He seemed to know better than to try touching her right now. Perhaps he knew he'd just gone one step too far.
"Sookie... I am... Sookie I am sorry." Bill spoke quietly, shock colouring his voice. She held a hand up. Sookie Stackhouse was suddenly sick and tired of hearing him apologise for treating her like dirt. The memory of his lies about Jessica and the way he'd treated her for trying to help the girl. Foolish though she'd been, he could've been a little less cruel in his treatment of her. If that bull-creature hadn't attacked me he probably would have let me walk home. Something else was occurring to her as well. Talk of ingesting vampire blood and its effects on a human had pushed yet another memory to the front of her mind. One of laying half propped against a tree and being offered the blood of the man who she'd since come to love. Confusion whirled in her mind, which, added to the literal pain in her neck, only made her more angry and she lost any remaining interest in dealing with her boyfriend right now.
"Get out, Bill. Just leave me alone. Please."
The door closed with a snap and Sookie stayed where she was, breathing hard. Tears stung her eyes and she wiped hard at her face, no longer sure who she was more furious with, Eric, Bill, or herself. Of course Bill had been right. She did care for Eric in some way. He'd protected her in the church and he did seem genuinely sorry for sending her into a trap. And besides, he had taken bullets for her, even though he tricked her straight after he could have allowed her to be hurt and left her with no choice but to take his blood. He'd had the opportunity, yet kept her safe rather than risk her life or suffering as a means to get what he wanted. And he really did care for Godric. Anyone with eyes could see that. She snorted as the memory of another dream starring her viking pain in the ass came back to her. "The big faker." she mumbled to herself.
So busy wrapped in her own thoughts, she failed to notice the door sliding open, or hear the footsteps slowly approaching her.
"Who is a big faker?" a voice as smooth as silk whispered right into her ear.
An unwanted yet very real thrill of pleasure shot up her spine. "Eric!" she glared round at him and got to her feet quick as she could. "What are you doing here?" She half growled at him in her annoyance. This was the last thing she needed. For the life of her she just couldn't work out how he managed to affect everything from her temper to her panties in seconds no matter when she saw him.
"It is the strangest thing, Lover.." he intoned with a smirk. "I was finishing up some business across the hall ahead of our departure tonight and I heard someone call my name..." Her face flamed in absolute horror. He heard me! Oh God of COURSE he heard me, I was loud enough! Kill me now Lord, just strike me down any second now.
He took a step closer, his smirk becoming more pronounced by the second. Sookie felt her heart begin to race, but she refused to give him the pleasure of knowing she felt the need to back away. Planting her feet to the ground, she stared up at him.
"I felt I should come right away and see to your ah... need for me, but I heard shouting." Alright, now he was looking REALLY happy with himself. "Of course I heard you and dear Billy arguing, I felt it polite to wait." He reached out to sweep a lock of her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear while moving even closer in the same movement. Big, stupid, graceful faker. she thought. "Thank you, by the way." He told her, "For your defence of - him." Eric said simply, a brief flash of pain crossing his face. "It saved me the trouble of hitting him myself."
She drew herself to her full height, ignoring both the fact that her heart was now hammering madly in her chest, and the urge to wrap her arms around the viking before her and offer any comfort she could. This, right here, was why she hated Eric. She never knew whether she wanted to kiss him or kill him at any given moment, and she was pretty appalled by the realisation that she'd always felt this way about him. Way before she took his stupid blood. Even as Bill carried her friend from Eric's office, the friend Eric and his minions had tortured, even then a part of her had needed to resist the urge to punch him and then fuck him. In that order. "I didn't do it for you." was all she managed to whisper in reply.
Eric frowned, his eyes having wandered over her face and now settling on the bruising around her throat from Bill's temper tantrum. He couldn't explain to himself later when he thought back on this night, why the sight of her pain had brought up the urge to tear Compton to pieces. He leaned down before she could stop him and kissed the sore bits softly. Her breath caught and she barely had chance to melt before he'd brought his eyes back to hers and replied with certain conviction written across his face. "Oh, Sookie. Yes you did." With that his lips crashed down onto hers and he pulled her flush against his body with a growl very similar to the one from her dream.
Well, hope you liked. I'm new to this fic site so please review and let me know what you think.