I wrote this almost a month ago, after reading the Sept. 27th "From the Vault" article on writer's block over at The Sookieverse (Google it if you've not been there yet, as it's great. Or you could remove the space and add a dotcom to the end. Your choice.). Anyway, it's been sitting on my harddrive/in Google docs since then because I was working on Godiva and wanted that to be posted first, but now that's been up a week-ish and all the initial traffic's run off, so now is the time to post this with maximum effect.

The prompt, for the curious, was along the lines of 'write something in 250 words or less using the words blood, Eric, and orgasm.'

Eric's head was buried between my legs, as it often was, coaxing my orgasm forth with the greatest of ease. This time, however, I could feel a pressure building where it normally didn't.

"Eric…" I tried and failed to keep the note of concern out of my voice. Pausing only briefly in his ministrations, he responded.

"Yes, lover?"

"I feel like I'm going to pee." His only response was to push calm through the bond, mumbling at me to relax. I made a childish noise. "Well, if I pee on you, it's your own damn fault." He chuckled, which so close to me sent delightful vibrations through my center and set off my orgasm. This time, though, in addition to the normal waves of tingling pleasure spreading through my limbs, there was a definite sensation of liquid spurting from down there.

"I told you!"

He started chuckling again, that deep, rumbling laugh that went straight to my lady bits. "Lover, you did not urinate on me."

"Well it sure as hell felt like I did."

"But it was not. It was ejaculate."

"Women don't ejaculate, Eric."

"On the contrary. You just did."

"And how do you know I didn't pee on you?"

"One, the smell is wrong. Two, because I have experienced it before." I so did not want to talk about his past conquests, but he elaborated anyway. "The most notable occasion being with Pam."

I couldn't help myself. "And why is that?"

"It's like our tears—bloody."

The title refers to Skene's glands, which may be the source of female ejaculate-it's the sort of thing people argue about when they get bored arguing about the G-spot.