The Tree House

Sookie had been thinking of it all night. Since she got to Merlotte's, she had been feeling sexy, daring, brave and powerful. After everything that she had been going through emotionally in the past two weeks, with the absence of both Bill and Eric, she finally felt she had clarity in her life. She also felt incredibly and insatiably desperate for something. There was a hole in her stomach. A pain that hadn't reared its head since she first dreamt of Eric. She needed him. Badly.

All shift she thought about him, how he used to run his long, cold and wanting fingers up and down her side as he softly nipped at her neck. Sookie began to feel warmth growing between her legs and tried to quell it by excusing herself to splash some water on her face. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she saw how the flush had grown from between her legs to spread a blush up her neck. She felt hot. Needy. Desperate for Eric.

She glanced at the clock. Shit, she thought. By the time I get off work Eric will have risen for the night. Even though she knew after she had asked, he would not come into her home- Sookie knew that if he found her touching herself and moaning his name, she would not be able to hold him back. She wanted him to take her slowly, like how he did when he was her Eric. She knew exactly how her Eric would fuck her. He would be slow, gentle, kiss her neck and breasts softly and moan her name under his breath while mumbling in that ancient language she found so sexy. Sookie could feel how wet she was getting, just thinking about it. The redness crept up her neck and across her cheeks, and she looked at herself again. She knew if Eric saw her like this, she would never hear the end of it. Splashing some more water on her face she left the cramped bathrooms.

She looked at the clock. Just half an hour Sook. You can do it.

Sookie served tables and smiled, even at the customers who were complete assholes. She wiped tables, took orders and poured beers as best as she could. She knew that the harder she worked, the sooner this would be over.

'Hey Sookie?' Sam called from behind the counter. Her blonde hair whipped around and she knew what he was going to ask. 'You don't think you could maybe stay 'til 9? There's a rodeo party on its way and I could really use the extra help,' he finished.

Sookie bit her lip. 'I'm real sorry Sam, but I really need to get home now. I would if I could, it's just, I got plans,' she said with a wobble to her voice. She hated lying to Sam, the guilt just killed her when she looked at his puppy dog face.

Quickly, she pulled off her apron, waved goodbye to everyone and ran to her car.

As soon as she got home, Sookie knew exactly what she was looking for. Taking the stairs two at a time, she ran to her bedroom and yanked open the top draw of her dresser. Hidden underneath a multitude of socks she found her 21st birthday present from Lafayette. She remembered him giving it to her saying 'Bitch, I know you is still a virgin, but I wants you to know the feel of a man,' he had said with a provocative roll of his hips. 'And I want you to be fully prepared, when some lucky motherfucker wants to deflower you pretty white ass, you feel me hooka?' Even now after all of these years and the fact she had sex with two vampires, Sookie still felt the harsh shot of embarrassment, even in her own home at the prospect of using a vibrator.

Sook. You need this, she reassured herself, nodding vigorously while jogging down the stairs. And she knew exactly where to go.

Not risking using her car and drawing attention to herself, Sookie ran through the night, not worrying about any potholes or other obstacles. She had been to her secret place so many times, she could get there in a heartbeat. Running the opposite way from the graveyard, she ran in to a more wooded area, careful not to catch her clothes on any branches, and a few times having to pull twigs out of her hair. Then she reached it. Looking up at an huge tree she saw the old tree house that she and Jason had discovered when they were only kids. It was really a rundown hunting hideout in the trees for shooting birds, but she and Jason had claimed it almost ten years back, and was now Sookie's permanent hiding spot.

She climbed up to the little shack with ease, balancing on small foot holes that she had carved out to get there faster. She propped herself on a fork in the tree, then clambering in through the window. The tree house was still in perfect shape. The floorboards were stable, and there was enough room for at most half a dozen people in there. The blankets that she had bought there were folded in the corner with some big pillows, and the large gas lamp was sitting on the crate, just as she left it. Ducking a little as to not hit her head, Sookie walked over to the lamp and lit it, letting her eyes adjust to the sudden light. A warm glow enveloped the room and so she began to arrange the blankets, quilts and pillows into a comfy pile in the middle of the room.

Sookie lay down and closed her eyes. She wriggled around in the blankets, remaining on the top of them but propping her head up more. She looked out of the large window at the forest around her. It was so peaceful and relaxing. A soft breeze flowed through the tree house, making Sookie's body erupt in goose bumps. She bought her arm up to rub her arm, feeling her own warm skin beneath her fingers. She felt her nipples harden in the wind, but also from the warmth that was spreading through her body from between her legs. With both hands, she cupped her breasts, rolling her pebbled nipples in her fingers.

The sensation was electric and shot of arousal coursed through her body. 'Oooh,' she moaned, thinking of how Eric would be touching her breasts, kneading them gently with his large hands before dropping kisses from her neck down. Then, she imagined, his lips would softly wrap around one of her nipples and begin to flick it with his tongue. 'Mmmm, Eric!' she gasped as she flicked them, still pressing into the confines of her clothes.

Miles away, sitting bored in Fangtasia, Eric the Sheriff of Area 5 was being danced at by various and quite dirty fangbangers. Since Sookie, Pam had tried to be extra kind to him by hiring some new dancers that quickly took up the role, with the expectation of mind blowing sex from Eric. Unfortunately, by not taking the hint he wasn't anywhere close to interested, they tried harder, dressed sluttier, and danced better than they had before. But it remained the same, Eric. Was. Bored.

For two whole weeks he had just sat on his ass, sleeping, drinking blood which was foul compared to Sookie's, and fuming. He was furious that she had left him. He had been dormant for fourteen days, waiting for a sign, telling him to do something. He was unlike Compton, who visited her almost every night, blatantly ignoring her express order not to. He could feel her guilt through their now weak bond. Feel the pain that she experienced every time that Bill showed up at her door. But there was something else, something he couldn't name for days. Pity.

She pitied him for coming to beg for her affections, his efforts to shower her with gifts of his unwanted gratitude. It was truly pathetic.

So, Eric sat. And waited.

He had only been awake for a short time, a mere hour or two, when he felt a distinctive pull. A drag to the place he wished to be at the most, with Sookie. He first felt that she was thinking about him, something she had done many times in the past fortnight, but most of the time she was more mourning him, as if he had died. Again.

But this time, this time was different. Still, only a fleeting thought, but it was still prominent. It was lust. Sookie Stackhouse was thinking dirty thoughts about him. Eric felt proud, horny and excited, but he didn't let a small thought get the better of him. He knew that if this was just a whim, he would be sorely mistaken, humiliated and deeply depressed if he acted on it and she pitied him as she pitied Compton.

So he waited.

Further into the night and nothing had changed. Eric was attempting to drink a Trublood and failing. It was mostly for appearances as the press had been visiting the bar recently for pictures and this was making a good impression. According to Pam. And, Eric was still bored. He looked down at the young fangbanger who was grinding against his leg. Her hand was travelling towards his dick, sliding her dirty fingers along his black jeans.

She looked over her shoulder at him. 'Are you not havin' a good time sugar?' she asked, alcohol, drugs and lust radiating off her like a neon sign.

'Seriously?' Eric asked, raising an eyebrow off her before signalling for security to remove her from his lap.

He brushed off his jeans and shrugged on a leather jacket on top of his black wife beater. I have got to get out of here before I kill someone… Eric thought pulling out his phone. He was about to speed dial Pam when he felt another pull, this time stronger.

Mmmm, Eric! Sookie's voice echoed around his head. His eyes widened in surprise, his body feeling charged with lust. This time it was defiantly real.

This time, Eric wasn't going to wait.

He vamped out of the bar, frightening patrons waiting in line. He looked over at his car and decided that he needed to feel more in control than being stuck behind the wheel. He ran until he was out of eye sight and took to the skies, moving as fast as he could to get to her.

Eric scanned the treetops for Sookie's house, as the pull originated from around there. As he neared the house, it was nearing on a minute from the first tug, but he still could follow it. He moved lower in the trees past her house, towards the sound of her heartbeat which was, to his surprise, up a tree. He quickly dropped himself to the level of the branches and climbed down until he reached her hiding spot. He climbed up onto a fork in the tree which allowed him to see clearly what was happening inside. From this view, Eric was a few feet from the tree house itself, and was able to look through the large window with no obstruction between him, and Sookie.

With her eyes still closed, Sookie kept flicking her hard nipple with her left hand as her right slid down her body. She moved it down to cup herself, her legs automatically parting so each knee was almost touching the wooden floorboards. She grazed her fingernails over the denim of her shorts, the soft vibrating making her gasp. Slowly, she bought her hand back up to softly caress the skin just above the top of her shorts which were still covered in goose bumps. Feeling bold, for only the second time, Sookie slid her hand under her shorts and panties to press her middle finger gently against her clit.

She bit her lip at the sensation. She had not had sex in two weeks, and it wasn't strange for over twenty years, but now that she knew what it felt like, knew how it made her feel, she was addicted.

She slid her middle finger down her slit, gasping at the wetness that had pooled already, soaking her panties. She dipped her finger into herself before dragging it back up to her clit, where she began to move her finger in a circle, pressing softly and very slowly. Sookie's hips ground into her hand, while her other hand was still softly massaging her breast and her head had tipped back into the cushions.

She pressed her clit slightly harder, jolting ecstasy through her body. 'Fuck, ooh, Eric!' she gasped out, her hips now moving in circles with her hand off the blanket.

'Yes?' chuckled a deep voice from outside.

Shocked, Sookie scrambled to half pull her hand out from her pants and sit up on the floor. 'No, please, don't stop on my account. Do, continue,' said Eric, who she could now see leisurely leaning in the fork of the tree outside the window.

'Eric! Jesus, you scared the living daylights out of me!' Sookie said, her arm now attempting to cover her nipples which were very obviously pressing against the thin fabric of her Merlotte's uniform.

'We wouldn't want that now, would we?' he replied, crossing his arms.

'Very funny. How long have you been there?' she asked sceptically, the blush returning to her cheeks in embarrassment, which Eric picked up on instantly.

'Long enough, lover,' he whispered her name with a smile. Sookie shivered, and he was having a hard time not ripping the little shack to pieces. 'Nothing to be embarrassed about. I have seen it all before, remember?'

She did remember. Sookie remembered the soft and gentle side of Eric that had cherished her for many hours, worshipping her body almost. She looked at the ground, knowing that she had no way out of this situation. But, she did have a plan.

'Why can I not enter?' Eric asked.

'Because this tree house belongs to me and Jason, and is not technically on my, well your land. Therefore, this is the only place of mine left you can't get it,' she said with a smile, pleased with her outsmarting him.

'Well, that is a problem. Now, Sookie, I suggest you invite me in so we can, talk,' he said with a small smile. 'Your other option is; I tear this hut to splinters.'

'Eric Northman! If you even dare touch this tree house I will never speak to you again, is that understood?' she asked with a glare.

He took her threat under consideration, and was certain that she would indeed never speak to him again if he harmed her quaint little tree house. 'Understood. So, are you inviting me in?'

'No.'

'But you just said-'

'Just, stop,' Sookie interrupted. She lay back down on the blankets, horrified that he had caught her like this.

'Okay,' he accepted, looking up into the clear night sky. 'What were you thinking about?' he asked tentatively.

She blushed, embarrassed, but said with a smile 'You, obviously.'

'More specifically?' he ventured.

Sookie was shy, but was feeling daring. 'Well, for starters, I was thinking about the way you kiss me,' she said, touching her fingers to her lips. 'I was thinking about how you nip at my neck when you make love to me,' she continued quietly.

Eric could feel his pants growing tighter, 'Go on,' he said, looking back into the small room, seeing Sookie lying down on the quilts again, with her eyes closed, one hand massaging her breast and the other stroking her neck. His fangs began to ache with lust.

'And then I was thinking of how you touch my body. About how you used to lick and suck at me until I was crying almost,' she moaned, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

Eric's eyes were as big as saucers. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sookie, fully clothed describing her idea of perfect sex with him, as she touched herself. It was a dream that had come true. 'Sookie, please, I need to see you,' he said, his own voice deeper and huskier with lust.

She blushed again. Hey, what can he do? She thought to herself, as she bought her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but a plain sky blue bra. Eric growled at the sight. Sookie, his Sookie. Golden, athletic and beautiful. She was unlike any other woman he had been with.

This is getting interesting, he thought as he unbuckled his belt which had been pressing into him and shrugging out of his jacket. He dropped them to the forest floor, not caring at all. 'Keep talking,' he ordered, retaining all of the control he could muster to not touch himself.

'Ok,' Sookie said shyly, but a little louder. 'So, after that was normally the part where, well you know, you…'

'Fucked you?' Eric said, his eyes soaking in everything Sookie had.

'Um, yeah,' she said, blushing again. He couldn't help it this time. His fangs dropped. All of her blood, and her arousal so strong he could smell its sweetness, was too much. He growled. Sookie opened her eyes. There she could see Eric, leaning against the fork in the tree, his hardness looking painful as it pressed into the confines of his jeans, his skin almost glowing in the moonlight in contrast to his black wife beater. She remembered what his chest looked like, it was hard to forget. The hardness of his muscles, with such definition. Sookie then looked to his face. His fangs had dropped, their ferocity and sexual appeal was making her wetter by the second, and finally his eyes. Normally a sharp blue, now a smouldering colour, the colour of a raging ocean.

'Keep. Talking.' He ordered. It was obvious that they had gone past messing around. This was serious.

Sookie sat up on her heels. 'Yes, then you fucked me. God it felt so good,' she moaned, her hands moving to unclasp her bra. Her breasts bounced free, her nipples defiantly hard as she palmed them in both hands. 'Ah! Ooh…' she moaned biting her lip. Eric gripped the tree branch, digging his hands into the bark, careful not to snap Sookie's tree.

Using her right hand, she unzipped her shorts. 'Not feeling shy tonight are we?' he asked, his cock so hard he felt like he was going to explode against his jeans.

Sookie simply smiled coyly, her hand dipping past the barriers of her panties before finally pressing against her clit. She began touching herself as she did before, soft circles around the clit and then occasionally sliding against her slit.

Eric couldn't see what she was doing. Her hand had disappeared between her legs and her shorts were covering what was really happening. 'Are you wet lover?'

Sookie was almost hurting herself by being so soft. He could see how it was affecting her, her hips moving slowly in time with her fingers, her other hand working her breast and her head rolling back as she bit her lip with immense pleasure. 'More than I have ever been, I think' she whispered. 'Ah, fuck…Eric,' she gasped, unable to control herself when she pressed harder against her clit.

'Show me,' he demanded.

She again felt a little embarrassed. Well, there isn't much you can do now, she thought. Sighing unhappily at the loss of contact, Sookie slowly pulled her hand out from between her legs, her fingers glistening with her wetness. She dragged her fingers up her stomach and across her breasts. When her fingers slid over her nipples and the cool breeze blew against her, Sookie whimpered, remembering how cool Eric's tongue was.

He was about to explode. He couldn't remember the last time he was this turned on. And he could barely see anything. 'Shorts and panties. Take them off,' he growled.

'Take them off what?' Sookie said with a smile.

'Fuck. Please, please take off your shorts and panties,' Eric said, feeling slightly humiliated.

Smirking, she stood up and slowly pushed her shorts down her long, tan legs. She kicked them to the other side of the room. Sookie then cupped herself through her panties, showing Eric just how wet she was for him. Her matching light blue panties were soaked through.

'Sookie, do not play around with me,' Eric growled again, baring her fangs to show her how much he needed her.

Nodding, Sookie pushed the panties down and kicked them to join her shorts. He gasped. Eric had forgotten how beautiful she was, long tan legs, her clean pussy and round pert breasts. 'Fuck me,' he groaned out quietly. This appraisal made Sookie smile, making her feel happier than she had for a long time.

Turning around, she made her way back over to the lamp. Bending down and making Eric moan again at the sight, Sookie pulled out the vibrator she had bought along. It was in the shape of a hard dick, with a little switch at the bottom to make it go faster or slower. Having read the instructions when she was given it, she took the sleek pink dildo back over to the blanket and kneeled down and sat on her heels. She spread her legs until her pussy was almost touching the ground and then played with her clit some more.

Eric was about to rip something to pieces. 'Sookie, please, I am begging you, please. Invite. Me. In.' he said, growling as loudly as he could.

'You know what? I don't think so mister,' she replied, smiling smugly. 'I like having some power over you. It's fun,' she giggled, watching his face harden at his outright refusal. 'You know, I have never done this before? This is my first time,' she said, lazing dragging the toy up and down her slit. She was now shivering with anticipation. 'You just make me kinda crazy I guess,' she said, trying to press it in.

'Sookie,' Eric groaned. She looked up. 'I want you to lick it.'

She looked down at the toy she had in her hand. 'Sure,' she whispered. Why am I doing this to myself? Eric thought as he watched her suck on the tip of the toy. She licked all the way down to the bottom before sliding back up and sucking as much as she could inside her mouth. She moaned around the vibrator, it wasn't even on yet and she was taking pleasure from blowing a toy. And enthusiastically.

Eric looked down at himself. He had grown painfully hard. Gasping, he finally unzipped his jeans and let his cock free. It was so hard it rested against his stomach, the tip reaching past his belly button. 'Ah, fuck,' he moaned as he wrapped his hand around his throbbing length. 'This is what you do to me, Sookie,' he said, slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft. 'This is how hard you make me. Do you remember how hard I was for you the first time? Well this is even harder. What are you doing with that toy? I can give you more,' he tried, again to convince her to invite him in.

'I don't think so,' she said, trying to look as if she wasn't fazed by the size of his cock. She had forgotten how big he was, how good he felt to be inside her. She was again gaining the upper hand as she clicked the vibrator to the lowest setting and lowered herself down onto it. Sookie gasped and threw her head back.

The vibrations, although low, were amazing. They travelled through her body unlike anything she had really experienced before. Slowly, she accepted more of the dildo, pressing her hips down further until she could take no more. 'Oh my god!' she gasped loudly as her hips began rocking steadily against the toy, hitting a spot that sent constant waves of pleasure through her. She reached one hand down to play with her clit softly as the other returned to her breast gently pinching at her nipple.

'Shit, Sookie,' Eric gasped as he pumped himself a little faster. He caught her gaze, and knew that keeping eye contact with her while she was doing this to him would get her so riled up that she wouldn't know what had hit her. 'Faster, Sookie, faster,' he said as his own hand sped up.

Sookie began to rock her hips to the beat that Eric was pumping himself to. Roughly she also pressed into her clit, pushing against herself and doing things she had never done before. 'Motherfucker, oh, Eric please!' she moaned, rolling her head back and pressing her hand against her clit. 'Fuck!'

'Sookie, all you have to do is invite me in,' he tried to coax her. 'Come on lover, you know that if I came in there right now, I would fuck you gently, and kiss you just how I know you love it,' he groaned, his eyes roaming across her body. 'Just a little faster now,' he said, catching her gaze once more.

She groaned, feeling the heat in his stare, leaving her no choice but to speed up her hips, matching them with the fast pace of Eric's hand, stroking his incredibly hard cock. He is so close to me, I could let him take me, Sookie thought, as she approached her climax.

'Fuck! Please, Eric! Oh my god! I'm, ah, fuck! Going to, come!' she moaned. Little did she know that those words were an invitation, please, Eric, come. To Eric, the order didn't matter, just the fact she said it did.

He moved faster than ever before, tearing off his shoes, shirt and jeans in a matter of seconds. He launched himself into the tree house and pulled Sookie beneath him. She gasped at his sudden presence, and he knocked the toy out of her, even though she was on the verge of one of the best orgasms she had ever had.

'Fuck Sookie, this is what you do to me,' he said, his lips gently pressing against hers for the first time in two weeks. He positioned himself at her entry and gently, pushed into her just past the tip.

'Ohhh, Eric! Please,' she was panting before he had even begun. Smiling at his success, Eric nipped down her jaw, across the slim column of her neck, and settled on her breasts. Just as he promised, he leaned down and pressed soft kisses into her skin. She tasted like sunshine and all things pure, aspects of his life he had lived without for over one thousand years.

Not being able to control himself, he plunged into her, all the way in. Sookie gasped, 'Fuck! Oh my god! Errric!' she moaned, forgetting again how he felt inside her. He let her adjust to his length and began to move against her softly. Lifting her up, she sat in his lap, straddling his hips, so he could feel the full extent of his curves and neck.

'Ah, Sookie. So tight,' he said as he slid his hands all over of smooth skin, soaking up the sunshine that she had felt earlier in the day. He drove into her, not at a fast pace, and softly. Driving her mad with pleasure. 'Fuck, Sookie,' Eric groaned against her neck, his fangs nipping at a vein throbbing just underneath the skin.

She was getting impatient, rocking against him faster and faster. 'Please, Eric! Please, faster,' she begged, her fingers weaving into his blond viking hair.

'Only because you begged for it,' he said with a mischievous smirk. He lay her down softly on the blankets, not disconnecting with her at any time. Her legs fell apart for him, and he took one of her legs and rested it against his shoulder. He began to drive into her harder, and harder. He thrust faster and faster than Sookie had even anticipated.

'Oooh! Ah! Oh my god! Please, Eric! Errric!' she moaned loudly, almost sobbing with pleasure. Eric had found her g-spot, and was continually stroking it with the tip of his cock, as it pressed into her. Keeping right on the edge of an orgasm, he kept her there, wanting for her to beg more. 'Please, Eric, please!'

'I am sorry, what was that?' he asked, keeping his calm although he could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. Her tightness was clenching around him, telling him that she was almost there too. 'What was it that you wanted?' he said, pushing into her faster and harder.

'Please! Eric, please, ooooh! Ah, Errric! Please, please, let me come!' she said, not being able to take what he was giving her, her wetness dripping onto the blankets.

Content with this answer, Eric reached down between their bodies and as he slowed his thrusts to hard, and a little rough, he let his thumb vamp over his clit. Sookie's entire body reacted to the way she was feeling. Her back arched up, her hips tried to meet his and her head was craning back into the pillows. 'Fuuuck! Errric!' she near screamed as she came. Millions of nerve endings exploded as her orgasm hit her, making her shatter beneath Eric.

He watched as she splintered in his arms, the ferocity of her orgasm hadn't hit him until he felt how hard her tight pussy was squeezing him as she came. Eric had never felt anything so tight in his one thousand years. As miniature orgasms washed over her and she was still riding them out, Eric came, joining with her as he leant down at the very last second and bit her neck.

'Holy shit!' Sookie yelled, as the surprise of the bite sent another orgasm ripping through her. 'Errric! Fuck!' she screamed into the quiet of the forest. Eric rode out his orgasm with her and they both fell to the little bed Sookie had made. He lay down and she lay in the crook of his arm, more happy than she had felt in a long time. 'That was amazing,' she simply said.

'That was the best sex I have ever had in a tree house. Or outside for that matter,' Eric replied. Seeing that Sookie had gotten a grip on how many women Eric had slept with, this was a gratifying compliment.

'Yet…' Sookie said with a grin.

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