ONLY FOR SOOKIE- A TRUE BLOOD BILL V. ERIC FANFIC

Something's always new with Sookie Stackhouse. Eric Northman, the intriguing thousand-year old Swedish vampire, recently deceived Sookie into drinking his blood so that he would have a connection to her always. Sookie's boyfriend Bill is furious. Usually a Southern gentlemen, this vampire has waited two centuries to find the love he's found with Sookie, and he doens't plan on giving her up that easily. But with dreams of passionate happenings between she and Eric plaguing her at night, will she give up her love for Bill to have a, dare I say it, taste of Eric once more?

CHAPTER ONE:

Eric's long, defined arms lifted me onto the his desk, his cold hands cupping my plump bottom as he did so. I could feel the desire for him all throghout my body, even in my fingers as I jerked the zipper of his tight black jeans. He stepped back slightly, and looked down at me from his tall frame, his blue eyes smoldering and a smile tugging at his perfect lips.

"Sookie, I will have you now," Eric said so matter-of-factly. His confidence used to be annoying and audacious to me, but now that Eric Northman had managed to trick me into drinking his blood, I had a consequent immense sexual attraction to him. But it didn't matter how it got there. Nothing mattered but that it was present and strong beyond words. I managed to say two words.

"Take me."

Eric smiled, brilliant white fans exposed, then began unbuttoning his shirt before throwing it over his shoulder. He took a step toward me, barely put his lips on mine and I inhaled, taking in a scent so yummy it made my toes curl. My mouth lunged into his, tasting the mild sweetness of his mouth and tongue which rubbed against mine as his hands slid down my back removing my pretty white sundress. He kissed my chest, then cupped my nipple in his mouth and softly sucked. I let out a whimper and mumbled his name. Eric's blonde messy head traveled down my stomach, planting kisses until he reached my thighs. He pushed my legs upward and parted them slightly, and began making faint little kisses on the lips of my vagina. He ran his tongue in circles across my clit and I began to pant, my legs shaking as I called out his name once more. I could no longer take the desire of needing him imside of me, and I sat slightly upward, wrapped my leg around his lower back and pulled him toward me, to where we were face to face. I could nearly see my own reflection in the brilliant sparkle of his fangs.

"Well, Miss Stackhouse, you have deceived me," he murmored.

"W-what?" I could barely speak.

"It turns out, you're not so sweet," he said with a sexy smile. And with that, he thrust himself into me, filling me completely and making me gasp. His breath was cool on my face and he leaned in close enough so that our lips could meet. With another deeply penetrating thrust his mouth traveled down to my neck as I felt the points of sharp fangs dragging ever so lightly on my skin.

"May I?" he asked, as if I would have denied.

"Yes."

His fangs sank into my neck, drinking the warm blood pouring from the penetration. As he did this he thrust in and out of me, hard and completely satisfactorilly, and I had no choice but to scream the name of my delicious Swede, "Oh! Eric! Eric! Eric!"

I took in a gasp and shot straight up in the bed of mine and Bill's hotel room, my heart racing and body sweating from the dream I'd just had. I ran a hand through my honey-colored hair and pulled the sheet up to cover naked body. This was getting ridiculous, having sexual dreams about Eric for the past three nights. Bill had said I might develop an attraction to him, but I never believed it would be this severe.

"Sookie." Bill said in only a way William Compton can say my name (and he does so roughly 50 times a day).

Startled, I looked to find him. He was sitting in a chair facing the bed with his long legs crossed properly.

"Yes, Bill?"

"Would you mind doing me a favor, darling?" He rose and I noticed he was dressed very handsomely in a black suit, gray button up shirt and black tie.

"Of course...?"

"Never make me wake up to hear the voice of the woman I love calling out another vampire's name in ectasy." His face was so stern.

"I...It was a dream, Bill, I'm sorry."

He nodded only once and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" I pleaded.

"Breakfast," he said firmly and slammed the door.

Great. Bill left me alone in a hotel room, the only person I know is a vampire whose sexual tension I can feel through the concrete walls of this building. Please let nothing happen tonight. Or at least let it happen and get it over with.