Hi,
This is my very first attempt with The Southern vampires mysteries. I'm first of all a Moonlight fan and fanfiction's writer, but lately I discovered the crazy and amazing world around The Southern vampires mysteries. I read all the books and watched the two seasons of the TV show; and like it happened with Moonlight my muse began to torture me with many ideas around the HOT couple Eric/Sookie.
My Moonlight readers will be angry (not too much I hope) because I haven't finished one of my stories but I had to write this one down. I write a lot with music and this is music which gave me the inspiration. One of my friend (Ancholia) told me about one other fiction's writer after reading my one-shot and I discovered that she's inspired by music too. She's a great writer, her name is makesmyheadspin and if you haven't read her stories, well don't wait any longer!!
Since english isn't my firts language and it's the first time I write a fiction here, I hope you'll be indulgent with me :)

I don't own this story, I just write for fun.
Thanks to my Beta Ancholia who helped me with a few ideas.

Sommary: This happens two months after Dead and Gone, so if you've read all the books there won't be any spoilers.

Undisclosed desires

I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart (Muse)

It was late and I was tired. I just finished my work at Merlotte's even if my body was aching for rest and I knew Sam wanted me to stay at home but I needed to keep my mind occupied. The last days, my life had been in danger… yes one more time, but I guess I was used to it. One more time, freaking people had been waiting for me next to my house. And by the way, how did all the worst leaving creatures on earth knew where I lived? Maybe I should ask Amelia to erase my address from the surface of the supernatural people.

I exhaled loudly feeling that my body wasn't completely healed since the Fae war. My scars were almost gone thanks to Eric's blood, but the trauma was still deep in my nerves and muscles. Even if I could work and have a normal life, I was exhausted.

I tried to look at the road in front of me. If I began to sleep, I knew Claudine wouldn't be here to rescue me this time. Pam had called while I was working. Eric wanted to see me. Of course when he wanted to see me, there was no other way but to drive to him and it wasn't important if I'd been waiting for him in months. We hadn't been alone since last time we'd slept in my bedroom, right before Bill and Quinn had fought. And that time it was the first time we'd had sex since he'd recovered all his memory.

God, my whole body just shivered by the memory of that night. Eric wasn't only hot and sexy; he was a God in bed too. I'd hoped to see him again and I knew it was because of the blood bond. I hated being in his power like this and there wasn't only blood. We also were in a kind of engagement; I was clearly his… actually his wife because of the knife I'd given him, so I was under his protection. I'd hoped somehow that he would clearly show me that we were in a relationship. I know, I know, I'd told him I wanted to keep my work and my life, but come on, I couldn't just change everything just for him. And it wasn't completely a mistake since he didn't show up! He'd told me he would come "soon" but he didn't. I laid each night hoping he would show up in my room and make love to me. I couldn't stop dreaming about his body, his touch on mine. Gee I hated this. I wanted to be in control of my own feelings. Sometimes I could even feel his feelings and it still scared me to death. What would he do if he knew that? And what would I do?

As I drove closer to Fangtasia, I could feel Eric and it made me feel safe and happy. I just wished it wasn't because of the bond. It had been two months since that night and I was still feeling its power. I was surprised it lasted so long. It should have worn off by now but I'd had his blood so many times that maybe my body got used to it. He'd asked me if I had feeling for him. I remember that I couldn't give him a clear answer and I still couldn't. He'd shown me more attention than Bill but I was still confused by his blood in my veins. I was only sure of one thing: I'd missed him.

I finally entered the parking lot. I was still wearing my black shorts and white t-shirt from Merlotte's and I could see Pam's smile as I approached the entrance. She had her black leather dress that made her boobs look bigger. Usually Pam liked to wear Alice in Wonderland kind of dresses and it was always surprising to see her show up in sweet pink skirts.

"My dear telepath friend Sookie! He's been waiting for you and he's upset."

Well, he could be upset I didn't care even if my body felt the opposite.

Pam's smile grew larger as if she could read my mind. Damn vampires!

I entered Fangtasia and the place was crowded. Humans and vampires were lost in their own occupations without noticing me, except the bartender. Fangtasia was proud of having a myth about me and the bartenders dropping dead each time they met me, but honestly it was a coincidence!

I waited for Pam to walk me to Eric's office. The music ended with Joe Cocker's "Night calls" and switched to "Undisclosed desires" from Muse. I was surprised because it wasn't the kind of title Fangtasia used to play. All the titles used to refer to the night. This one was too different to be unnoticed. Pam appeared behind me, still smiling.

"Eric asked me to play it for your entrance."

I looked at her skeptical.

"No, he didn't."

Pam rolled her eyes.

"No, but you two are so funny, I just thought it would give some spices."

"I'm glad you're enjoying the situation, Pam." I wished I could feel the same, but I wasn't. After all the things that had happened between us, I wished he would change. Sometimes he could be so thoughtful and other times, it was like I didn't even exist. Just like the two last month's…

I followed her towards his office hearing Matthiew Bellamy's voice singing things that strangely meant something to me.

"She's here."

As I entered, I saw him rise from his seat. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and one of his favorite black tanks. God I'd forgot how good he looked with clothes and now I needed to be reminded of how he looked without them.

"You're okay." He just said followed by a soft smile.

It wasn't a question, just an observation. I supposed he meant that I didn't look too damaged after what happened to me two days ago. And guess what? I was disappointed. I'd preferred he'd asked. Of course he knew I was okay because of the damn blood bond.

He walked around and sat on his desk watching me as Pam closed the door.

"Yeah I guess I'm okay even if I almost die."

"You wouldn't die lover."

"Oh really? You weren't there, how can you be sure of that?"

"That's true, I wasn't there but I'd send someone to take care of you."

He meant Bubba. Yes, Bubba had saved my life but he almost came too late for that. I wasn't ready to discuss of the condition of his idea of him taking care of me so I stood, my back against the door, waiting for him to say why he finally wanted to see me.

He stared at me, his eyes shining. I could feel tension build in the lower side of my stomach. I tried to keep my mind focused; I wasn't going to show my weakness for him.

"You've missed me."

Again the observation's tone. Now I was upset.

"Did you call me just to tell me that I was okay? Because it wasn't necessary, you already knew that."

My voice was cold but a bit shivering.

He lifted his perfect bottom from the desk and walked towards me till he stood right in front of me, a few inches from my face. He was so gorgeous. My breath was deep and slow but I decided not to fail.

"The blood exchange, remember?" I tried to say it with disgust, but my voice was too low.

He lifted an eyebrow and looked at me surprised.

"The blood bond wore off. That's why you were in danger and why I send Booba to you."

"What? No, I can still feel it."

His gaze was intensely locked on my eyes. I was slowly realizing what he'd just said. How could I have missed him so much if it wasn't because of his blood? The dreams, the longing; no, it was still on.

We looked at each other, without saying anything. I just wished I knew what he was thinking. I could only guess that he desired me; his body was pressed against mine and it clearly showed he'd missed me too. Good for him.

Suddenly he lifted his face anfd I could see his fangs.

"They're here"

"Who?"

Without answering me, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me. In a whisper I was outside in the air, flying in his arms. I turned my head and saw Fangtasia under my feet, hearing shouts and screams. I looked at Eric and his face was severe. He stared ahead, his arms firmly holding me close to him. I finally realized that my arms were holding him tight and felt no fear. Had the blood bond really wear off? I was unsure; it was the only way to explain my feelings.

We were flying silently in the night above the trees.

"Where are we going?"

"Home lover."

I looked in front of me and didn't recognize the place. Not that I was used to fly, but I could tell that we weren't heading my house, so we were going to his place. I felt suddenly butterflies in my stomach. I'd never been there and I remembered him saying that I could stay in his house. It seemed so long ago. That night I'd felt so close to him even if the bond was part of that feeling.

We finally landed slowly on the humid ground and as I looked around, I felt his hand taking mine. My skin reacted instantly to his touch. I followed him and distinguished a large and modern house in front of us.

I didn't know what to expect, but I liked the place. He left my hand and opened the door. He stared intently behind me then entered after me. I was surprised by what I saw. I stood in the middle of a large room surrounded by windows. The moon reflected in mirrors and strangely I felt comfortable. As I slowly discovered where Eric Northman lived, he went to the opened kitchen and took a bottle of blood. The decoration was simple but modern and the whole atmosphere made it feel like I was home.

I turned around and saw him watching at me. I could tell that he was enjoying the situation, but I was decided to play it hard.

"Who were they?"

"My enemies… and yours"

"Is that the same people who attacked me two days ago?"

He only nodded, walking towards me and finally sat down in a large white armchair.

"Are you going to explain or what?"

"They knew you were the easiest target to touch me."

I didn't expect that answer for sure.

"That's the reason why you're going to stay here."

And I didn't see that coming either. He'd left me alone two whole months and now he wanted me to stay with him. I was seriously decided to say a word about that.

"No, I'm not. I've got a job and a life. And besides, it's not the first time I'm in danger."

"The shifter asked me to."

I was surprised to feel my heart sink. It wasn't even his decision. I was now really pissed off.

"Oh really? And when you two were going to ask me? This is my life, I don't want both of you to decide what's best for me."

I pictured them talking about me and I didn't like the idea.

He smiled looking at his feet.

"That's what I told him, but we agreed that it was the best way."

I crossed my arms in front of me and stood, chin up.

"So after two months you finally decide to see me and that I should live at your place?"

He lifted his face and watched at me surprised.

"You wanted me to."

"No"

I could clearly remember when he left me, desire in his look and his words "I want you again, but I have to go", and then promising me to come again soon.

He rose from the couch and walked towards me. His face was concerned and hurt. I made a step back.

"You said you wanted to keep your work."

"Exactly, I never said I wanted to be left alone!"

His eyes softened and I could see a smile in the corner of his beautiful lips.

"You've missed me."

My body betrayed me; the blood rushed to my cheeks. I was blushing. Damn it, damn him.

I looked up at his eyes.

"You said you would come soon." My voice betrayed me too.

His lips were on mine and I exhaled, relieved. He pressed his body against mine and my skin was suddenly burning as I felt his desire for me.

He lifted me and as he walked, I massaged with my fingers his scalp through his soft hair. He kissed me hungrily and I could definitely tell that he'd missed me too.

My feet touched the floor and we finally broke the kiss. I could see his fangs as he smiled. I turned around and saw a bed. I knew this bed, I'd seen it before. Now I could tell where he'd taken the picture of his calendar.

I felt his arms around me, him standing behind me as he kissed my neck. I bend my head on the side so my skin was exposed. His cold tongue and his sharp fangs made my body shiver. I reached behind and touched his bulge. A low growl escaped him and a hand grabbed my breast.

"I missed them."

I felt my bra unclasped and fingers playing with my nipples. I breathed hard and his mouth found mine. My hand wandered to the back of his head, clenching his soft blond hair. It seemed like the two months had been only a day; I remembered ever part of his body, how he reacted and how he drove me crazy.

I turned around between his arms and opened his jeans. His hands pressed my bottom and suddenly I was lying on the bed without my clothes. He lent over me, his cold skin making me burn. His hands were all over my body and I closed my eyes in a feverish desire.

"Say it" he said with a soft accent.

"What?" I asked breathing hard.

"That you missed me"

His fingers had found my hard nub and played with it. I felt my back lift from the bed and move up towards him.

"Say it"

I felt fingers enter me and a moan escaped my throat.

"I… missed you"

He said something I couldn't understand and suddenly I felt him inside me. He lifted me from the bed and held me tight against him. I opened my eyes and saw him watching at me with eyes full of desire.

"I missed you too."

I kissed him and felt his fangs on my tongue as he moved in a regular rhythm. His hard hands held my back and hips firmly, moving up and down, meeting in the middle of my back, the top of his fingers drawing mysterious symbols with my sweat. We kept our eyes locked, reading in silence how much we needed each other, how much we desired each other. His hands moved down to my thighs, then to my bottom. He pressed them and I felt him deeper in me. He lent down and held me over the mattress, my back parallel to the bed but still not touching the sheets. My arms were locked around his neck, my hair moving in the air. I saw him close his eyes and inhale my scent, then kiss my breasts, his fangs delicately brushing my skin. He sat back on the bed, pressing me tight against his chest and the slight change of angle made me moan. Pleasure building deep inside me, I knew my happy ending was getting closer. His thrusts went faster and suddenly his mouth was on my neck.

An abrupt pain was followed by an intense feeling. My mind was suddenly blank as I reached climax. I felt him still moving inside me as he was getting close to his own orgasm. His gaze was so intense that I felt the current of a strange desire build inside me. I moved my mouth to his neck and bit him hard enough so blood reached my mouth. He shouted and moaned in this language I didn't understand then felt myself slowly move down until the soft sheets of the bed and his sated body pressed mine.

I was sleepy and before I realized I fell asleep.

I opened my eyes later and a part of my body was under a heavy weight. I slowly turned my head and saw the beautiful naked body of Eric Northman. There were a lot of things that needed to be discussed, but right now I only wanted to forget them and enjoy the gorgeous Viking who was in the bed with me. I smiled; he had the same plan in mind.