Hey ya'll! Well I'm no stranger to fanfic, but this is my first one for True Blood/SVM and I'm kind of super excited about it. I mix bits and pieces from the books and show and I will be upfront and say that I honestly, well I don't always pay the closest attention to all the finite details of all the subplots.

I really messed around with the last bits of the Season 4, mostly because, well I didn't like how it ended. I'm not sure if this story will just be the two parts or if I'll extend it. More than likely I will continue it if you all enjoy :)

Lastly…I don't write lemons, or rather I haven't really in the past but I'll be dabbling a bit so if you're sensitive to those please don't take offense and skip, for those of you that enjoy stuff a bit more racy – I do too lol – and I am working on sticking a toe or two in the pool.

Well I think that's it except to say none of these characters are mine Ms. Harris is due all credit and Alan Ball gets credit for getting paid to play with them on TV – me? I just play!

Feedback is always greatly appreciated and kind, constructive criticism is more than welcome. I don't utilize a beta-reader (always looking for a willing second pair of eyes!) and while I do proofread this is for fun, I'm not spending hours correcting everything, so please read in the spirit that it was written – fun and an excuse for glorious Eric Northman Fantasies!

More. Plenty. And Plenty More

"I'm just more…" he was staring deeply into my eyes, "Look in my eyes, I'm there." He took my hand lightly in his and I felt my eyes close and smile almost unbidden creep across my face.

"I know, I feel it. I feel you and it feels…nice. It wasn't just the goofy, innocent, sweet Eric I feel in love with. It's everything about you and I love you more now, a part of me has always wanted you...its just now, now its possible because I've seen more of you." I cupped his cheek in my palm, for a moment forgetting about the other vampire in the room.

I pulled away from Eric to look at Bill while I said what was lying heavily on my heart, what was trying to choke me. "I can't imagine the world without either of you. You each have brought me to where I am now and made me realize things about myself I never dreamed of…" I paused turning completely from Eric breaking our touch. "Bill I want to forgive you, I do. I want to believe that you truly meant it when you said you loved me and while I think I might be able to completely forgive you sometime, I am not in love with you. Maybe we were meant to burn hot and bright like a candle at both ends…" I blushed slightly.

"But its over Bill and I'm sorry if I've hurt you more than I loved you but I think you and I both know there is too much water under the bridge, too much betrayal," I watched pain flash across his face, he didn't like me bringing it up. "Just too much. I do thank you for what you did for Eric and me and it will mean the world to me if you could leave me in peace. I can't imagine a world without you but right now…I need to not be reminded of everything you did okay?"

Bill was ramrod stiff and I did truly hate that I was hurting him, no matter all the terrible stuff I knew he had done he had still been my first love, my first lover and I wanted to remember that more than I wanted to remember anything else about him. I had to get over him but my first memories and first love, well I was just too selfish – I didn't want to loathe the man that gave me those. He didn't deserve my love but I didn't deserve to have my good memories destroyed either.

He seemed to take a deep breath, it was a bit unnerving when vampires breathed – they didn't need to but in certain times it was comforting and in others painful.

"And you…you say you love Eric?" he seemed to really be struggling with this more than me telling him I didn't want to see him. Damn vampire pride.

"I…"I stuttered turning my eyes back Eric as I spoke "I do. I didn't mean to, it wasn't planned or anything. I think a part of me has always felt…something. I think I hated him because you always acted as though I should. I never took a great time to consider it before…" I was lost in my own thoughts, discussing aloud what should have been at the very least a conversation only between Eric and I, or better yet an internal retrospective.

"It's right and it's good," I realized after I said that that I was echoing Eric's words he had spoken the first time we had made love.

"Fine. Sookie you were, you are the love of my existence and I deeply regret the things that happened that caused you harm and grief. If I could have somehow changed things…I'd do my best to not hurt you but I am, and will be eternally grateful that I met and was able to love you and I wouldn't change that."

He stood then and I remained seated exactly where I was.

"Eric."

"Bill."

They stood face to face it seemed attempting to bore holes into each other with their eyes.

"Unless vampires suddenly have the ability to shoot silver bullets from their eyes I think this is over…" I whispered growing irritated with the showdown. I slipped my hand into Eric's.

"You two can find your way out I trust?"

"Yes, thank you Bill," I answered quickly again realizing just how uncomfortable this was, sitting in Bill's living room. The living room I scarcely recognized but was in fact the same room I first made love.

There was an almost imperceptible nod from Bill and he left the room.

And like that Eric and I were sitting alone in that little room. I was suddenly nervous and self-conscious. I rubbed my slightly clammy hands on the knees of my jeans.

"Sookie, I…" I watched Eric turn towards me and his usually very schooled expression was a mix between amazement and quiet caution. "You won't regret this."

He sounded so sure, so eager and adamant. I decided I had talked enough for moment and I was ready to just go home. I nodded with a small smile at his statement. "Will you take me home Eric, please?"

He seemed to relax at my suggestion. "Of course." He offered me the hand I had released just a few minutes prior and I took it without any hesitation. With a gentle tug from him I rose and we quietly, without preamble exited Bill's mansion and bypassed Eric's car heading toward the cemetery that separated my house from Bill's.

I didn't look back once.

He never once let go of my hand nor did he move to increase our contact. Part of me was glad for that and the other part was starting to feel like our bond was breaking and it was kind of breaking my heart.

"Sookie…can I come in?" They were the first words to break our silence

"Oh Eric," I had taken two steps up toward the porch but I turned back and threw myself at him.

He caught me easily as I knew he would and I latched onto him with all my strength. I'm not sure where the tears came from but I started crying and couldn't stop. I sobbed arms squeezing around his neck so hard that if he'd had of needed oxygen he wouldn't have been able to get it.

I'm not sure how long we stood out there before he carried me in but when I finally let go of his neck and pulled back we were sitting on the sofa side by side. I blushed swiping at my eyes with the back of my hands.

"When you do that it…it makes me feel very, weak."

I couldn't help chuckling, though it was a laugh still wet with tears. "You? Eric Northman you are the strongest, most vital man I have ever met."

He smiled and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "Not really what I meant lover, when you cry it makes these…feelings come up. I feel protective of you and when I see you cry and I can't make you stop or fix it, it upsets me. I don't like it."

I gave a small laugh that came up as something of a hiccup. "Oh Eric, I love you so damn much. I'm not such a great fan of crying either…does terrible things to my mascara." I bit my lip "Why do I feel like I'm getting to know you all over? I just about lost you…you just about burned. We have made love so many times I lost count but I can't help feeling like I don't know you at all."

"Oh my lover…" he framed my face with his hands. "I swear to you Sookie, I've never lied to you about anything. I have at times, when I thought it was prudent misrepresented or left out details but I haven't lied and I promise to be forthright with you as we go forward with…"

"Why Mr. Northman I do believe you're at a loss for words."

I got a small chuckle out of him with.

"You truly are something else entirely Miss Stackhouse."

"Is it terrible that I miss goofy Eric just a little bit?" I blushed again; you would think with all I've done and experienced I wouldn't still blush so easily.

"Is that your way of telling me that you want me sweet right now?" he arched a blond eyebrow with a hint of grin.

I thought about it for a moment and grinned biting my lip "Actually, no. Right now I don't want you to be nice. I just want to know for sure he's still there. I want my Viking right now."

That was all it took, his fangs clicked into place. "What are you saying Sookie? Will you consent to being mine?"

This was a peculiar conversation. Usually this man's libido was on constant overdrive and instead of throwing me down on the sofa and ravaging me he wanted to discuss whom I belonged to. I understand the importance, for lack of better word, of being 'claimed' in the vampire world but there weren't vampires here and I had already very adamantly broken all ties with Bill just hours ago. It got tiresome being 'claimed' all the time. Why did I have to 'belong' to him? Why couldn't we just be?

I tipped my head, "Do you really want me to be yours? I mean really yours? Where you take me out and call me to ask about my day? Yours as in I'm the only one that you'll kiss? Yours as in you have to be nice to my friends…only because they are my friends and I want you to?" I was running out of things to list, but I was grinning at him.

His small grin turned into a full-blown smile. "So you're saying if I want you willingly to be mine that I need to be yours?"

I nodded holding my breath.

"I've been yours since you walked into my bar."

I simultaneously let my breath out and rasped one in. "You sure had funny ways of showing it."

I hadn't been paying attention to his actions as we were talking because it was only as my eyes fell embarrassingly to my lap that I realized his hands were running up my thighs over my clothes. He was very close to starting the journey up my ribcage.

"Would you have ever believed if I started acting like I did when I was cursed, just out of the blue? How was I supposed to handle you? Lover you'd have never believed I was being honest. Like it or not, what I want or what I don't I have an image and my role as sheriff I could not afford, I cannot afford to appear anything but ruthless. I also didn't know that I was yours for a long time. You may have awoke some very human emotions but it didn't happen overnight and like it or not vampires are not the same as humans."

Though I didn't really want to believe what he was saying made sense, it did. "I like that you can be ruthless, so long as you're on my side."

He smiled again his fangs gleaming. "Always lover."

I lifted myself up and straddled him, making sure my pelvis was situated firmly against his. "Then I am and always will be – yours, Viking."

He growled and locked his arms around me, locking hands under my ass holding so tight I didn't think a breath could be shared between us.

"Sookie…" he kissed me hard. His cool lips were like heaven. They were devouring mine like I was his lifeline. His tongue pressed, imploring me to open to him. I did and a moan I didn't know was forming escaped.

"Sookie, you feel so good."

We were struggling toward my room when I stopped him, "No…the cubby. I want…" I managed between kisses.

"What? What do you want my gorgeous lover?" His hands were roaming up and down my body, kneading and massaging while still holding me securely to him, or maybe it was my legs around his waist and arms around his neck that was keeping me attached to him. I just wasn't sure. I didn't really care.

"I want to fuck you till the sun comes up…and I want to sleep next to you after that."

He growled again like the predator I knew he was, like the Viking warrior I knew he was. He growled and I felt his hard…well, his hard glorious, gracious plenty, right against my lower belly. Gosh did I want it lower.

"I want that too lover."

How he got us down the ladder without injury I have no idea but I must have blinked because before I knew it he was laying me down on the black satin bedding. It wasn't our first time, or even our fifth but I was hungry for him like I had never tasted, never touched, never knew that sex with him was better than anything else I had ever had. It might even be up there with Gran's pecan pie.

It was so quiet and still for a moment has he hovered over me, a leg between mine, his hands braced on either side of my shoulders. He stared at me and those beautiful blue eyes seemed to drink in everything. He was possibly the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. No, he was the most handsome, strong, incredible man I had ever been with, ever known. And he was mine.

He was kissing my neck as I realized I had drifted for just a moment in my thoughts, but I was brought quickly back as his large hands cupped my breasts. He rubbed circles over my nipples till they were hard and aching in the most incredible way.

"Eric!" His name came out as a squeak as his lips drew one nipple into his mouth. I felt his fangs nip at the over sensitized flesh making my hips jerk up. My body was betraying just how much I wanted him.

"Do you like this?"

The man thought I was capable of an answer? I wasn't, so I could only nod.

He chuckled low in his throat and it made me quiver. I was so ready for him.

"Please Eric, don't stop."

He lifted his head from kissing my stomach, "What lover? What do you want me to not stop?"

My heart was pounding so hard and I was almost panting, "Don't stop loving me." I didn't want him to stop loving me with his heart or his tongue, or his body. I didn't want him to stop.

"Never." He answered me vehemently.

He leaned up and kissed me hard before traveling down again. Further down then any man had ventured before. I practically vibrated with anticipation and excitement.

"You are so wet…tell me it's for me. Tell me Sookie…"

He was nuzzling my hip right above where I needed him the most. It was driving me absolutely insane. My body was jerking and aching.

"It's yours Eric…I'm wet because I want you, I want you so badly. I want you. I want you. I want you!"

"As you wish." And like that his tongue was pushing between my slick lips and toward the burning center of me. Soon as that cool, velvet tongue touched me I screamed and my hips bucked. It was like I couldn't keep a coherent thought in my head. His tongue was nimble and I thought I was going to die when he sucked on my clit.

I grabbed onto the headboard to keep from grabbing his blond head as I panted and bit my lip to keep from screaming bloody murder. So good. He was so good. He slipped a finger in, sliding in slowly, in and out till I was thrashing unable to catch my breath.

"Eric! Please! I am…I am…" I couldn't finish as a scream strangled me. My body convulsed and it was like swimming in liquid gold. My body was magnifying every pulse, every sensation. I could hardly stand it.

"You my lover are the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my entire existence."

His voice was right at my ear but I couldn't open my eyes to look at him. It took me a moment to realize that he didn't mean my blood. He'd yet to bite me. I felt my face hot with my blush.

"I think you might have enjoyed it too lover?"

His voice was teasing and low, so low. It rumbled and it was so damn sexy I could hardly stand it. I could hardly catch my breath let alone form words. "Yes…yes, so…good."

He chuckled lowly. He was laughing more tonight then I could ever remember him laughing. It was wonderful.

"I know we've done a thing or two…and I know about it obviously, but is it always that…amazing?" I opened my eyes to look at him.

He looked shocked for just a moment before he answered me "My understanding is that women enjoy that form of pleasure quite enthusiastically…but I can only speak for myself and I can say without hesitation that you tasted sweeter, cleaner and more incredible than anything I can even describe. Nothing could ever compare to you Sookie Stackhouse."

I giggled like a little girl at that. If it had been any other man I probably would have just rolled my eyes but he said in such pure earnest and perhaps amazement that it did nothing but make my heartbeat speed up again and my libido do double-time.

"I like that. But what do you say you get that gracious plenty inside of me Viking? Because unless I'm mistaken…" I leaned down and wrapped my hand around his very hard 'plenty'.

"I want you," he finished for me.

"Say that again, tell me again…" I grinned wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I want you lover, I want to be inside you…inside those tight, slick walls…I to be inside you right now."

I usually hushed him when he started talking dirty to me because I was supposed to be a good southern lady. I would be a good girl later.

"Tell me more," I moaned feeling a little bit like a tart.

"You want me to talk dirty to you lover?" There was only a little bit of surprise in his tone, but there was more excitement there than anything.

"Yes Viking, I want you tell me how you're going to fuck me and then I want you to do it." I licked his fangs, slowly, one then the other. I felt his primitive, predatory nature take over and it sent little tremors to my sex and I shuddered all over. I felt myself growing wetter.