A/N~ Hello kiddies! I've been working on this story FO'eva. Decided that I'd give you all a taste and see how you liked it. :D Thanks go to my adorable dahhhling and Nutellah00r, Pixiegiggles for being extremely amazing/awesome/exciting/inspiring/collaborative/swexy/encouraging/fucktastic/any other adj you can think of. :) Love you tons, gurrrl!

So, here's firefighter Eric. Some things you need to know:

I based this off my hometown, which I've recently moved back to. The Library and Fire Station really are across the street from each other and are both GORGEOUS old buildings. See links on my profile..

The bar isn't real, but it is based on one on Main street that my office is about 1/2 block from. :D

You really should check out the songs I use. ;) It'll make you want to gyrate some hips and grind on somebody. Trust me. ;)

Anyway, enjoy! :*

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Three weeks ago...

The camera continued to flash and I continued to feel like a dumb shit while I was sprawled across the floor of the firehouse. Why did I feel like a dumb shit? Oh, because I was naked, perhaps.

We were shooting the annual "Firehouse Hotties" calendar and today it was my turn. The photographer thought it was a good idea to unravel two of our hoses in a huge pile on the floor and have me roll around in it. Sans clothes. Super awesome! Just how I wanted to spend my Thursday afternoon.

Just as I was beginning to think this day would never end, my buddy Hoyt came strolling in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me glistening like a fucking caramelized ham on the floor.

"Holy shit! Northman, you sure got a lot of hose."

I couldn't help but burst into laughter at him. Hoyt was always good for a gut buster, even if he didn't know what he said.

The camera flashed repeatedly as I continued my belly laughing while lying on my back with the hose strategically placed to cover my endowment. I'm not going to lie, I was blessed in that department.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was released and practically sprinted out of there to change back into my uniform and spend the day re rolling the hoses I had just had on intimate parts of my anatomy. I did it because all the guys joked and didn't want to touch them after their use as 'props' on my shoot.

"Laugh it up guys, but let's just wait and see how long the ladies leave those glossy pages open to Mr. January this year."

Today...

Just like most nights in our small town, Hoyt, Sam, Alcide, Tray and I strolled down to the local watering hole after our shift ended and we'd all showered up.

Pam's Place was a staple in our small community. Prior to Pam owning the place, it had been called The Shanty. She really turned that place around and it was a favorite among our fire house; hell, even among the town!

It was small and cramped, barely a sliver of a building along Main Street but it felt like home after a day of work. Tonight, there were quite a few bodies packed into the place, so the boys made their way to the back after moaning and groaning about how I needed to do my damn job.

"Alright, alright. I'll get the damn beers… just save me a seat." I called to Alcide as they left me near the bar in search of a table. I was the tallest, nearly 6'4'', so I was always the chosen one to get the drinks when the place was packed. Being able to see straight over the crowd did have its advantages, even if I felt like the errand boy all the time.

Pam spotted me almost instantly and mouthed 'five' to me in question. I nodded my head and swooped over the bodies that were bellyed up to the bar in front of me to claim the bottles of beer she had popped the tops on for us. After giving her a wink and a smile she shouted that she'd start our usual tab and moved right along to the next customer.

After spotting my motley crew at a table near the back, I began to weave my way through the sea of people. I wasn't even paying attention when a petite blond backed her hot little ass right up into my junk. Instead of pulling away, I'll admit, I leaned into her tight derriere just a little bit as I held the bottles of beer high above her head so as not to spill from the impact. I felt her freeze, still pushing hard against my pants when she realized that there was a male member pressed into her.

Before I could do anything, her companion chimed in.

"Sookie! Damn girl, I know you said you'd get the next round, but you don't have to slide down the fireman's pole to get it!"

Instantly, I started laughing and instantly, I wished I hadn't. My convulsing must have shaken the hot blond out of her fireman's pole induced trance and she pulled away from the semi I now was sporting.

Blondie turned in my direction and I watched as her eyes took in the wall that was my chest. Her gaze slowly made its way north until she reached my face and I swear even in the dim light I could see her blush. When she finally met my gaze I let myself take in her gorgeous face and intense blue eyes. She was easily the prettiest woman I had seen in this bar. Ever.

"Sorry, fella. I didn't mean to, ummm.." she started. Her cheeks began to pink up as she looked down and giggled. All she needed to do was hiccup to be the requisite hot drunk girl.

"It's alright, Ma'am," Yeah, my mother raised me right. "You can ummm me anytime you'd like." Okay, so maybe my mother wouldn't have been so proud of that last part.

The brunette piped up again, and for the first time I took a glance at her. Finally it clicked in my brain that she worked across the street from our firehouse at the Public Library. Our town was small, so we weren't that busy most of the time and were at the house more often than not so we always saw her coming and going.

"How about I take two of these to put out our little fire here, eh tall guy?" Before I could even reply she was swiping the two bottles of Bud from my right hand and pulling Blondie along behind her.

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"What the hell, Eric! We sent you for five and you come back with three?"

"Sorry Sam. I guess the Librarian needed them more than I did." I nodded off in the direction of the beer-stealing whirlwind and her companion. It was almost comical to see the four of their heads snap to attention at my gesture and gaze out across the crowd.

"Who. Is. That?" Sam asked

"It's the chick from the library, dude. You know, the one we see out in the grass with the kids in the afternoon?" Instinctively, I guess I knew he wasn't talking about the brunette. Who was I kidding thinking these four hornballs wouldn't see Blondie and be interested in her? She was gorgeous! I wondered why I was suddenly feeling jealous, feeling possessive even, of the hot little number that had just ground her perfect ass into my crotch. Shit. There he went again, springing back to life.

"No, Northman. Not her. The blonde! She's fucktastic! Man, I'd like to go rub up on her and that hot ass.." I didn't hear the rest of what he was saying because Sam had gotten up at that point and was moving like a predator towards the two women. Tray got up and followed as I groaned and asked Alcide and Hoyt if they wanted another beer. I couldn't watch what was about to go down, but fuck if I could keep myself away. When I tucked in to the bar and signaled Pam for another round, I kept my ears perked for Sam's voice, ready to jump in if he got out of hand.

"What's your name, sweet thing?" Smooth, Sam. Real smooth.

"It sure isn't Sweet Thing." I'm not going to lie, I choked on the beer I was nursing while eaves dropping. Good for you, Blondie.

"Oh, then maybe it's Dirty Girl? Yeah, you look like the kind of girl that likes to be spa...Hey! What the hell, Tray!"

I turned around to see Tray grabbing Sam's collar and pulling him back, simultaneously apologizing to the ladies. What an idiot.

Blondie and the Librarian were gaping at each other as this unfolded. Clearly, the ladies were unimpressed by Sam's shenaniganry. Really, I couldn't blame them. He was succeeding in his attempt to look like the village idiot.

"Awful sorry about that, ladies. My friend here isn't house trained." As he spoke, Tray shoved Sam back in the direction of the table and flashed a toothy smile at the brunette.

Within five minutes, Tray had his target - the Librarian - giggling and twirling her hair with her fingertips while the prize my eyes were on rolled her eyes at her friend. I nabbed two more beers from Pam and made my move. I came up behind her and snaked my arm around her side to offer her the longneck as I spoke in her ear.

"You know, my friend there stands just inside the doors of our firehouse every afternoon and stares across the street at the Library. He has a thing for watching your friend; glad he is finally talking instead of stalking."

I heard her giggle as she grasped the bottle from my hand. Her soft fingers caressed mine for just a moment before I released it. Blondie didn't turn around to address me; instead she simply took a half step back, leaning into my body.

I growled. I know I did. You damn well better believe I let out an audible groan as her free hand snaked up my thigh and squeezed as she tilted her head back to look up at me. Another giggle from her as she snuck her hand in my pocket and began grabbing at its contents.

"Looking for something?" I smirked down at her. Fuck, she was adorable.

"Your firehose." All traces of a smile left her face as she bit her bottom lip and stared up at me.

She was totally fucking kissable and that's exactly what I planned to do at that moment. I leaned down and pulled her bottom lip out from between her teeth with my own and sucked on it gently before her tongue darted out to meet mine. Just when our mouths made full contact and her hand in my pocket dug it's nails into my thigh, we were interrupted from our hot as fuck make out.

"Wow, Sook! Making friends fast, I see!" The Librarian.

Blondie and I both looked at our friends who were staring at us with laughter in their eyes.

"Amelia, did you know your new friend has been stalking you in the shadows at the firehouse?" Oh no she did not just throw me under the bus!

My eyes darted to Tray's, who looked like he was going to throttle me in about .5 seconds, but our little eye-challenge was ended when both girls burst into laughter.

"Sookie, the stalker is my new friend, Tray."

"And Amelia, this is my friend Eric." Tray said, punctuating 'friend' with a slug to my shoulder.

I smiled at his new friend Amelia, then looked back down at my new friend Sookie as she turned her face upwards once again.

"Nice to meet you, Sookie." I said with a smile that matched her own as I went in for another kiss.

This time, we didn't stop when they started their cat calls. I also growled yet again when that perfect ass of hers ground into my crotch for the second time of the evening.

"Well, aren't you a spitfire?" I said as our kiss broke. That couldn't be comfortable for the poor girls neck.

"If I were a spitfire, would you try to put out my flames, fireman Eric?" She turned to face me and put the beer bottle to her gorgeous lips as she winked at me. Fucking winked!! What was this woman?! Made of sex appeal?

"Sweetheart, you are all kinds of trouble, aren't you?" I brought my hand to cup her face as a new song clicked on the jukebox. Sookie's eyes left mine as she recognized the song and got a devilish glint in her eye. She quickly pulled me to a chair near the jukebox and threw my ass in it.

As AC/DC's Love Hungry Man started up so did my cock, yet again, when it realized what was happening.

"You just sit there and enjoy the next four minutes and maybe you'll get a treat." She whispered in my ear as she set her beer down and swung her hips like nobodies business.

I watched her sing the words as she slid her hands up and down her gorgeous body. I could tell every male eye in the joint was on her, and some female ones as well.

Oh you're the one I've waited for, I need your love, more and more

I don't know what your name is, I don't know what your game is

I wanna take you tonight; animal apetite! Cuz I'm a love, hungry man

Oh yeah. This was getting good. Her attitude totally reflected the song lyrics as she straddled my lap and grasped my shoulders. She arched her back and ran one hand from her neck to her navel in the most delicious way. Fuck I wanted to lick every inch of visible skin in that instant, but I remembered her words. Sit. Enjoy. Treat.

This was going to be the best four minutes of my life.

She had to be a stripper. Just had to be. No soccer moms had moves like this. She got up and turned around, rubbing that ass back on my lap, then straddled my knee and just grouuuunnndddd herself into my leg. Fuck, she was so hot I could feel it through my jeans. When the guitars really started kicking, I almost came with the gyrations she was making to the beat.

Don't want no conversation, Just need sweet sensation

And all I wanna do, Is make a meal outta you

Yep, that about summed up what was happening. She was chewing me up and I hoped to fuck she was going to let me have dessert.

I was about at my wits end when she pressed her chest against mine and whispered in my ear "Oh baby, you're such a treat" in time with the song. Her tongue flicked out and licked my lips as she pulled away and continued dancing to the cheers of the crowd.

All too soon, it was over and she was sitting on my lap giggling and blushing like she hadn't just dry humped me in the middle of a crowded bar. The applause was deafening and someone shouted out 'This round's on me after that fucking EPIC performance!". The whole crowd erupted and promptly forgot about the sex kitten in my lap and herded towards the bar.

"Who are you? How did you get loose from my daydreams?" I said in her ear as I inhaled the heavenly scent of her hair.

After that, Sookie and I sat there, her still in my lap, for the rest of the night. We kissed a little, talked a bit, had a few more beers; just generally enjoyed each others company. I couldn't believe this little blond angel had literally fallen in my lap. All the answers she gave to my questions were dead on perfect, she was smoking hot, she could kiss like a freight train and she was sitting in my lap. I made a mental note to buy a lottery ticket on the way home with the way my luck was going.

All too soon, Pam was shouting last call and it was time to disengage and find our friends again. I was glad to see that Tray and Amelia had paired off in a much more intimate way than Sookie and I had. They were practically sucking each others faces off in a corner booth. When they finally came up for air and made their way over, Amelia grabbed Sookie while my back was turned and pulled her along towards the door and out of my grasp.

"Sookie, wait!" I called as I tried to make my way past the drunks bellying up for their last shots at the bar.

"I had fun, Eric! Maybe I'll see your hose another time!" She called out. I couldn't help but smile as every man in the joint turned to give me a thumbs up at her declaration. All too late I realized that I hadn't even gotten her number or her last name before they were out of sight.

Maybe my luck was shit after all.

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