A/N Hi everyone, this is my second go at fanfic. As before there won't be any spoilers. Please read and review, together we'll make a story!

Stackhouse Blues

Bill Compton, darkly handsome, gently sexy, kissed Sookie passionately. His hands had spent an age caressing the flesh on her back, up her sides, across her perfect breasts. When he felt her skin respond he had worshiped at the altar that was her sex, delving into her moist heat as he made he nerve center tingle. Tongue exploring her mouth he lowered himself onto her, into her. She tensed, as his hips started to move against hers.

Sookie stifled a yawn, how long would she have to ooh and aah for him tonight?

Feeling her apathy Bill rolled off her, his ego and ardor deflating together. For a while he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as he gathered his thoughts. He wanted to cry with frustration, shout with rage. Every time he tried to sleep with Sookie it was the same thing. How much longer must he put up with this?

A few drops of blood. Eric Northman had known exactly what he was doing when he shared his blood with her. Every vampire knew about the side effects. She might have carnal longing for Eric because she had taken his blood. No shit, now she only had carnal longings for the viking. Bill had thought his relationship with Sookie was strong enough to survive, but now he knew he was wrong.

"I'm sorry," she told him, "I can't help it."

Sookie just wanted this charade to end. Her feelings for Bill were long dead, but she couldn't bring herself to be rid of him.

"It doesn't matter," Bill told her. She watched as he got up and dressed in silence. This time she knew when he went out that door he probably wouldn't be back.

Sookie didn't care, their relationship had run it's course. He bored her now, his softer ways were whining, his manners were weak. It would have taken an effort to hate him, Sookie wouldn't waste the energy.

Why could he not be more like the tall blond Sheriff with the bad attitude and buns to die for? At least there was a spark of life about him. For a long while after Bill left she lay alone in the dark, thinking about Eric.

The club was packed when Sookie arrived, she could hear music playing from outside. The parking lot was full and there was a queue waiting to get in. For some reason the doormen waved her on through.

She'd never seen so many people in the club. It was a hot enough night outside, but in here, with all these bodies pressed tight together, it was stifling. And so damn sexy. Another song came on, a Doors track she knew.

Going to the roadhouse, gonna have a real, good time.

Hell yeah, she thought.

Like a decadent monarch she saw him, half draped across his throne. Tall, good looking, toned, blonde viking sex god that was Eric Northman. He was wearing leather trousers and a simple black vest, and she had to admit he looked amazing.

Striding straight to him, her dangerously high heels threatening to spill her off in an ungainly heap, Sookie closed the gap between her and the blonde Sheriff. Only when she stood before him did he acknowledge her, but she'd felt his eyes on her from the minute she entered the room. The dress she'd picked was black and far too tight, showing off exactly what her mamma gave her. She didn't think it would hold if she tried to shake it.

"I want a word with you,"she told him over the music.

"Why Sookie, what a delight," he grinned. When he stood up she got a good close look at him, even clothed she could see how taut his body was. As he led her from the club to his office she watched his ass as he led the way. If she was openly leering at him she didn't care.

"What have you done to me?" she demanded when the door was closed.

"Bill assured me you'd be okay," Eric protested.

"What the hell does Bill know about a woman, especially this one?" she asked.

"But I had to do it, Sookie. You know that, you both know that," Eric protested, backing away from her.

Sookie lunged at him, grabbed him by the shirt.

"Now you can damn well make good on it!" she told him.

He was much stronger than her, but it took a force of will to hold her off him.

"Sookie this is wrong, you belong to Bill. It would be very bad manners for me to come on to his woman," Eric protested.

The little blonde woman with the body to die for was laughing at him. He couldn't help but notice how her chest threatened to fall out of the dress. Eric's grip on her wrists was weakening.

"Who said you got any choice in this, boy!"

Her mouth found his as Sookie nearly had to climb him to reach his perfect lips, she dragged his head down to a height she could work with, tried to devour his tongue, his lips, his tonsils. His mouth had a rich fulsome taste to it she hadn't thought to find after her experiences with Bill. There was a market for a mouthwash that made a man taste like that, she thought. Eric stopped struggling, folding his huge manly arms around her he kissed her back.

It was a thing of passion, their kiss, like two teenagers full of repressed hormones and excitement. She drove her tongue into his mouth, her hands pressed against his strong jaw, feeling a light stubble under her fingertips. Tomorrow she would have a beard rash to be proud of, but tonight she had a different thought. Grip.

"Viking I know you've had a lot of women, you better have learned something from every one of them!" she defied him.

Eric's fine mouth grinned at her, around her tongue. Now that was a challenge. How could he not rise to that.

Sookie pressed her sex against the massive bulge in his leather trousers grinding herself against him as she tried to eat the tongue from his head. Those few drops of blood had turned her into the kind of predator she had only read about. Her voice was husky and low when she pulled back from his mouth.

"So you arrogant bastard, you gonna show me what you're made of?"

Eric growled as his mouth landed on her neck, his fangs were more exposed than Sookie had ever seen them. He nipped and played at the skin of her neck, her ear. When his mouth closed on her lobe and sucked at her she felt like he had opened a channel to her pants.

Deftly one hand exposed a barely concealed breast, thumb and finger tweaked the straining nipple, sending a second stream of pleasure through her. Below her ass his other hand yanked the panties away, before delving into her moist entrance. She reacted by pressing herself tighter against his straining jeans, feeling her climax grow.

Eric pushed her away, back over the desk. Sookie was vaguely aware of another song, ACDC's Highway to Hell blasting from the club. His mouth clamped firmly onto her soaking wet nerve center as the song ended.

And I'm going down, all the way.

You better she thought, writhing against his face as his masterful tongue and vampire speed brought her to the kind of climax she had only ever read about. Her body shook, her breath was ragged. For a moment she thought she would pass out. He was easing up on her, to let her get her breath back.

Her hands trembled as she hunted for his fly, released the beast that lurked behind it. Rolling the viking onto his back she dropped her soaking entrance onto him, taking him as deep as she could.

It took her breath away as he filled her, but she recovered quickly, started grinding herself down on him. Beneath her his hips worked against hers, slowly at first, his pace increasing as his urgency gathered.

He gripped one breast tight while his tongue worked the stiff nipple on the other. He had a hand around her ass, pulling her down hard on to him every time he thrust into her. Damn this man could multi task she thought as he pulled another harsh, nerve melting climax from her.

Sookie's body was shaking, but he wasn't done with her yet. He rolled her over on to her belly on the table, then drove hard into her from behind while his hands gripped and mauled her breasts. Eric increased the tempo to something no human could match, giving her one more massive climax as he thrust his own deeper still into her. She barely felt his teeth as they punctured her neck.

Only when he was done did he let go of her hair, letting her head fall forward. Sookie had dreamed of this every night since the blood. She was shamed to admit that her every thought related to Eric bloody Northman.