A/N: It would appear that I've finally managed to write True Blood Fic! This is going to be very closely modelled on HBO…that is to say, sex. That is all.
I hope you enjoy, this was my take on something I've yet to really read in the TB fandom, but I think it's going to be a bit of everything really. I hope that's what other people get out of it, because I'm enjoying myself immensely at the moment.
I do so love reviews (not that I'm begging…but I do really like them…)

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The first thing Eric noticed about her was that she gave off a vibe. He couldn't tell anything more, and that both intrigued and annoyed him.

She quickly had admirers swarming her in the bar, offering their drinks and their bodies. Eric took the time to look her over. A black tank dress hugged her figure, stopping just above mid thigh and showing a teasing amount of cleavage.

Chocolate coloured hair fell carelessly in waves to the middle of her back, framing a finely boned face with high cheekbones and highlighting her long elegant neck.

She looked utterly delectable, and he smirked.

Eric continued to recline on his throne; he hadn't worked the floor of Fangtasia in a while, but did so with his usual detached nature, with new thoughts to occupy his mind. He wondered how she'd look tied to his bed.

With interest he watched as the statuesque brunette walked straight up to Pam, his progeny eyeing the woman with hunger and lust. She didn't seem averse to it either, leaning in to Pam and smiling coyly.

Pam zipped over to Eric, and he motioned for her to talk. "You have a visitor...I'm surprised you've never mentioned her to me."

Eric's eyes narrowed. "I don't know her...did she ask for me personally?"

"She knew you as the Sheriff of this area...but she is not vampire."

"She can come into my office. I'm very much intrigued as to how she knows this. And why she is here."

Pam nodded curtly, withholding a remark about what other things he was intrigued about that he nonetheless picked up on, as Eric unfolded his long body from the throne and zipped to his office.

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Pam pushed open the door of Eric's office at Fangtasia. "Your visitor."

He nodded in acknowledgement to Pam and bid her leave to watch over their business.

Eric was met with the same coy, and somewhat cheeky smile the woman had given Pam earlier. He got the impression it was the normal look on her delicate face.

"You knew me as the sheriff of this area." He stated, watching her carefully and assessing her risk factor. It was difficult for him to concentrate; she smelled like fruits and light and freedom. Intriguing him even further.

"I hear it's the polite thing to do, check in." She quipped, dropping in to the chair opposite the desk and crossing her long legs.

"You are not vampire."

She snorted. "No. You're very observant." She said it in such a light way, teasing, that he didn't rile at it.

"Why are you here?" he continued with the regular questions, noting that he couldn't glamour her.

"Stop poking around in my head, I'm more than happy to tell you I'm here visiting."

He was surprised she'd felt him. She definitely wasn't all human, then. She didn't seem to mean him or his harm at any rate, so he relaxed into his chair, turning up his charm with a sly smile and deciding to have some fun.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced. Eric Northman, sheriff of area five." He held out his hand over the desk, and when she took it, he was certain there was a spark of electricity up his arm.

"Skarlett Antoinette du Renoir. Just Skarlett is fine." She still had that little smile on her face and he found it oddly alluring. Never mind the mystery around her.

"Where are you from, Skarlett?"

She shrugged, a dainty movement of her shoulders, long dark hair taking a moment to resettle. "All over the place." She didn't sound like she was being intentionally vague, and he was saved the trouble of pressing further when she continued. "I've been in Europe recently, spending time in France and Italy. Before that I was in New York, and before that Scandinavia." She looked up, meeting his eyes with hers, which were a sparkling green. "So legitimately all over the place."

"You're here travelling then?" Official questions were boring him, and he was becoming even more acutely aware of how much he desired her.

More specifically, how much he desired to bend her over the desk and have his way with her.

"For a while. I'll probably pick up some work here and there."

She looked up at him through her long eyelashes and it was then that he knew for sure that she knew what she was doing.

Eric licked his lips, playing her game and meeting her eyes. There weren't many bold enough to flirt with him. "If you have any troubles with that I may be able to help you."

"Really?" Her voice had taken on a breathy quality.

"You've been so open about your plans and checking in, it's the least I could do. Which leads me to my last question, Skarlett."

She bit her full bottom lip innocently and he struggled to remain in his chair. She had a stainless steel barbell through her tongue that he saw poke playfully from her mouth, just a flash of alluring metal. "Yes, Eric?"

"What are you?"

She smiled her coy little smile and stood, bending over the desk so their faces were inches apart.

Eric did so love a woman who knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid to take it.

"I guess you'll have to find out."

For a split second he thought she was going to pull away, and sped to drag her mouth those final few inches to crash into his.

For the first time in centuries he felt he could be satisfied by a kiss alone, though he knew there would be more here. If she smelled like fruits and sunlight and freedom she tasted even better. His fangs flew down almost immediately and she moaned.

As fast as he could (which was pretty fast) Eric flitted to the other side of the desk and lifted her on to it, groping harshly at her ass as he did so. She groaned with a wide smile on her face.

Eric wasted no time in slipping her dress over her head and pulling her panties to one side, barely giving her time to adjust before he impaled her on his cock. The scream that exited her mouth at this action was reward enough.

He fucked her rough and dirty on his desk, ultimately manoeuvring them so that she was bent over the top of it as he fucked her from behind, a hand heavy on her neck and the other teasing her clit. For the first time in a long time, Eric lost track of how long they'd been fucking, how many times she came, and everything that wasn't the exquisite tightness surrounding him.

He scraped his fully extended fangs on the side of her neck, strangely finding himself wanting permission. Skarlett bent her head further to the side and threw him a sultry look over her shoulder, as if she was daring him. As soon as he sank his teeth in to her, he got his answers.

Eventually he collapsed, spent, on top of her, and he couldn't help but laugh at the entire situation. He supposed he was slightly giddy from her blood, but it was a good feeling, like when he drank too much ale as a human. "What kind of faerie goes looking for vampires to fuck? You're crazy."

She slipped out from under him and turned to sit on the desk, facing him as she caught her breath. The coy smile was even more firmly stuck on her lips. "I'm only half fae."

"You wouldn't know from the taste." He eyed her suggestively; loving that she hadn't made any sort of move for her discarded dress and looked quite happy perched nearly naked on his desk.

"I have many talents…I could make you forget that happened, if I wanted." Her eyes flashed mischievously.

He didn't for a second fear she would do it, or use it against him or his. She was so open that even then he wouldn't have hesitated to say he liked her. "That, would be a travesty."

"It would indeed." She grinned a little wider. "Though we could just keep reminding you every time I made you forget."

"I'd rather remember it all."

"Who am I to take that away from you?" Skarlett teased, brushing a foot against his leg on purpose.

"I'll have to find out the extent of your…abilities." He watched her with the eyes of a predator.

"Indeed you will. I look forward to it." She slid gracefully off the desk, though the teasing hint in her manner didn't go away. He wondered half-heartedly if it ever did; she was so…bright, and fun, that he could feel want for her building up already. Not just physical want, but a need for company like her.

Eric was disappointed to watch her slip her tight dress back on over the matching red bra and panty set, and even more so as she walked towards the door. She stopped to lean on the frame and threw him a wink.

"I'm going to dance…I'd very much like for you to join me in a moment or two."

A flick of her long dark hair and she walked back into the bar area. It didn't feel like the end to Eric though, only the beginning.

He left his office with a smirk on his face, strangely excited.