Okay, for the sake of this fic just pretend Sookie has already talked Godric out of killing himself. Mainly because I'm not great with 'drama' and I couldn't really face writing the whole 'talking him off the ledge' bit. Yes, it is partially to do with laziness on my part, but I'm sure you can forgive me?
It's set in season two, the night after the meeting with Nan Flanagan.
So, Godric is no longer Sheriff, he was going to go burn himself, Sookie witnessed Viking tears and persuaded Godric that he can do more good alive than dead. Godric eventually agrees and all is well there (Y)
They're staying in Dallas another night or two, I haven't decided yet.
There are lemony bits, both heterosexual and homosexual, so you've been warned.
Oh, and I own nothing. So there's no point in suing me, because you won't get much ^_^
Sookie Stackhouse had been wandering the hotel Carmilla trying to find something to occupy her. She had woken up mid-afternoon and took her time getting showered and dressed, did her hair up nice, but still had a few hours to kill before sunset. While it had been nice waking up next to Bill, the days were boring with not much to do. She knew if she went exploring the streets of Dallas trouble was bound to find her – it always did. So she remained in the safety of the hotel.
Mainly, she had passed the hours sat in the lounge near the lobby, replaying the events of last night through her mind. The Viking vampire, Sheriff Eric Northman, falling to his knees begging his maker to stay with him. The uncertainty in Godric's eyes. She had pounced upon it as soon as it had been shown, pointing out the goodness of his soul, that he could do so much to help vampires and humans coexist, that they needed him. That Eric needed him. It seemed to Sookie that it was Eric Godric had lived for, Eric that he left the roof for. The mention of his child's name had sparked something in him and he had stayed, so Eric would not have to go through the grief of losing him. There was such love there, a love Sookie, a mere human, could never possibly begin to comprehend.
The memories swam about her brain. How she had spent the morning, and half the afternoon, sleeping in the bed of Eric Northman, curled up beside Godric, strangely comforted by it. She thought of Eric's arm, slung over Godric's middle, his hand resting on Sookie's stomach, spanning right across her it was so large. But there was nothing untoward about it, it was… comfortable. Like they had been sleeping in that exact way forever.
A half hour before dusk Sookie shook the thoughts away and decided she would go back to her room, watch television while she waited for Bill to wake. She knew Jason would be occupied so she wouldn't even bother approaching his room. She stood at the doors of the elevator and they slid open with a 'ping' to reveal somebody she would really rather avoid.
Eric Northman.
A 6'4 wall of muscle, blonde haired and blue eyed but far from angelic.
She shifted uncomfortably. She found it was difficult to hate him now. Where once he was just cruelty and innuendo and ego, now she had seen something else of him, something more. It irked her. She wished she could just go back to hating him.
"Sookie," he purred, loving how her name in his voice made her smell; lustful and delicious.
His tone of voice told her all she needed to know, he had wrapped himself back up in his protective shields. Why did she feel like she wanted, desperately, to see underneath them again?
"What're you doing up? It's not night yet." She always forgot her manners around him, skipped the pleasantries and went straight to attack mode. Or defence mode – she never really knew which it was. It was probably a bit of both.
"I don't have to sleep as long as younger, weaker vampires." He explained with a twitch of his eyebrow, making it quite clear as to which vampire he was referring. "Going up?"
Sookie reluctantly got into the elevator and, as the doors closed, said, "Why aren't you getting out? Just taking a ride in the lift for kicks?"
There was that slight crinkle between her eyebrows that he enjoyed, the angry light in her eyes. He smiled down at her, a dazzling white grin.
"Well, when a treat such as yourself is here, how can I leave?"
Sookie rolled her eyes and huffed at his advances, crossing her arms around her middle and unwittingly pushing up her breasts. He knew she would probably protest when she noticed but Eric couldn't help staring at her. Not just her ample bosom that was threatening to escape the dress she wore, but all of her. How soft her skin looked, how her hair shone in the light above them, the curve of her waist, her full lips and chocolate eyes. She made him hungry, not just for sustenance, but for the feel of her against him. Why did he want her so much? Because she refused him? Perhaps. But he felt that maybe it was more than that.
Sookie noticed Eric's eyes taking her in and it made her knees feel weak and her stomach flutter.
"Do you have to be such a perv?" she snapped, still wearing that look of annoyance even though her body was far from annoyed.
Eric smirked that cocky smirk and moved closer to her, making her back herself up against the side of the small cab. She watched as his hand reached out to press the 'stop' button and gulped audibly went they ground to a halt.
"You're a good actor, Sookie." His voice was like a song as he stepped closer, almost closing the small gap between them, "You forget though, I can feel you."
At his words his hand stroked down her side and even through the fabric it made her skin freeze and burn all at once.
"That's because you tricked me." She threw back, still managing to keep the anger in her tone though she could feel it quickly slipping away.
"Even if I couldn't feel you," she closed her eyes and unconsciously tilted her head to the side as he stroked his nose across her neck, inhaling softly, "I can smell you," he whispered against her skin, his cool breathe setting fire to her insides, "your lust."
She gasped as she heard the click of his fangs and her heart set off as if that quiet click were the starting pistol of a race.
"That's just... the blood..." she argued with much less conviction than before as she struggled to keep herself composed.
She kept seeing the tenderness of the man he was last night, and she found herself intrigued by him, by his complexities. The fact that he looked so damn good wasn't helping.
He brushed his lips against hers, the contact teasingly gentle, making her want more.
Eric's hand – the one currently not paying close attention to her side – touched down at her knee before working its way up between her legs as his lips pressed just a little harder to hers.
"Eric, stop it. We can't." She squirmed, trying half-heartedly to escape him.
"Hmm yes," his body vibrated softly against hers with the sound of his voice, "we can't. And we're not going to right now. But, you can."
His hand reached its destination, pushing her underwear to the side to gain access to her. His jeans became almost unbearably uncomfortable when he felt just how wet she was, for him. She was so small, so tight, barely even touched, and the thought that she had been with Bill made him want to wipe away any trace of that whelp and replace it with himself. Bill wasn't worthy of such a being.
Any coherent thought, any argument that she might have been able to come up with, was erased by Eric's fingers; long and thick and ridiculously skilled. Every movement they made was perfect, driving her quickly to the very brink of her orgasm but leaving her there, lingering so close, for what felt like hours. One hand had weaved itself into his hair while the other clutched at his shoulder for support, as her legs were so unstable she felt like she'd fall down if he let go of her. His mouth had moved from hers down to her neck where he kissed and licked that place that loved attention. She was vaguely aware she was making noise though she couldn't stop.
And then, finally, his fingers moved in such a way that had her shaking, contracting around him, and she heard a small moan escape his lips as she tightened around him before she exploded and imploded, fell and flew, with an almost scream of pleasure.
When he felt her body go limp his arms snaked around her before she could fall and held her up close to him. He could feel the blood pumping through her veins, feel her pulse all around him and he longed to taste her. But he wouldn't, not until she wanted it. He was confident however that after this she would want it, and soon. She would want all of him.
"See, Sookie," he whispered softly into her hair, "I'm not always selfish."
She laughed a breathless 'huh', a sound that said 'yeah, sure you're not' before trying to put some weight on her legs.
"I think I can stand now." Sookie giggled, eyes shining bright, and Eric committed the image to memory for later. How is she so beautiful?
She saw it in his eyes. It wasn't just the fire of lust that she was used to, it was something else, something deeper, and it scared her.
She pushed at his chest and he stepped back, pressed the 'stop' button again, and tried to think of something that would make the ache in his pants ease just a little. But all he could think of was her. He couldn't stop looking at her. Her scent filled the small space, filled his mind, her heartbeat drummed loudly in his ears and seemed to echo around the cab.
Sookie looked over to see Eric, back to drinking her in with his eyes, and wondered what the hell had just happened. She didn't even really like him, not most of the time anyway. But her body liked him. Her body liked him a lot. Too much. Even before the blood, though she would never admit that and barely even admitted it to herself. And now it was like she craved him, and he'd only just stopped touching her. This was bad.
She smoothed down her dress as best she could and tried to straighten up her hair, though she had no idea what had happened to the clip that had been holding it in place. It was a shame, she really loved that clip, it was pretty.
The doors pinged open cutting off her thoughts and she wobbled out, noticing Eric was following. Her legs weren't fully behaving themselves, she felt like the floor was made of bouncy castle.
"Why are you following me?" she asked without turning, looking down at the ground and concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.
She heard him chuckle quietly behind her and she found she loved the sound.
"I'm not following you Sookie, my room is on this floor too. Just opposite your own in fact."
"Oh." The fact that he had booked a room so close to hers didn't escape her attention but she didn't bother to mention it.
Eric watched with fascination as she wobbled her way down the hall to her room, leaning on the wall to steady herself. He contemplated asking if she needed help but he knew she'd only get mad at him for it. He was learning, very slowly, how these things work.
About halfway to her room Sookie finally got her legs to listen to her and could walk unaided. She'd been so preoccupied with walking that she'd completely forgotten Eric behind her until she heard a slow clapping.
"Well done, Sookie, I'm so proud of you." He praised as he watched her take her first steady steps.
"Har har." She said without humour, "It's not my fault you made my legs all unruly."
Eric thought her little pout was just lovely, and told her so, to which he received another eye roll. He appeared in front of her so quickly she walked straight into his chest.
"Ow! You're really hard." She said rubbing her head a little.
She gasped when his hand took hers and pushed it against the bulge in his jeans.
"Yes," he smirked, "I am."
"You know what I meant." She said quietly, struggling from his grip.
"You're so mean to me, Sookie." It was his turn to pout now and Sookie thought it wrong that someone so big and so cruel can be so good at puppy eyes.
"You're mean to yourself, Eric," she said, ignoring his adorable expression, "You're the one who started that back there. And, besides, I thought you said you aren't selfish?"
"Actually, I said I'm not always selfish." He smiled down at her and then, with a grand wave of his arm, he left her pass.
"Thank you." She said insincerely.
She reached her door and turned to him, eyes suddenly softer, voice suddenly quiet, "Why do you insist on making me feel this way?"
"What way would that be?" he asked, playing innocent.
"You know full well." she spat back, her brow furrowing again.
She was so beautiful when she was mad. The angry fire inside her was so full of passion. He did it on purpose, provoked her temper, because he liked it when that passion was for him.
She was right, he did know, he could sense it. Conflicted. Confused. Angry. Blissfully happy. Guilty. Scared. Nervous, but somehow confident at the same time. Emotional opposites warring inside her, each trying to come to power. He knew what she was feeling, but he didn't know what it meant.
She was a puzzle to him.
Sookie sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get an answer, and entered her room.
Eric closed the door behind him and leaned his head back against the wood, letting his eyes slide shut.
"Eric," he heard his maker say, "why do you torture yourself like this?"
Cool hands rested upon his neck and shoulder and he opened his eyes to examine the face before him. His own hands came to his maker's waist – almost completely enveloping the smaller man's middle with huge palms and long fingers – and pulled him closer.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Godric." Eric mumbled against Godric's forehead before planting a soft kiss.
"Don't be that way with me, Eric. You smell of her." Godric paused as he moved his hips against Eric, causing a small sigh to escape him, "And your jeans are about to rip in half." He finished, his voice and smile were kind-hearted and light.
Eric leaned in to close the gap between them when Godric turned his head slightly.
"You're thinking of her." He stated quietly.
"Then make me think of you." Eric urged, his voice just as low, and pure undiluted desire burning in his eyes. He needed to get his mind away from Sookie Stackhouse, and he knew nobody, nothing but Godric, would be on his mind while with his maker.
Godric smiled, warm and a little mischievous. No one had a way with words like Eric. He had always been a master of seduction, always been good at making people want him, making people feel wanted by him.
The elder vampire leaned up to press his lips against the Viking's, quickly pulled flush against him as Eric's tongue invaded Godric's mouth, conquering, dominating, always so firm yet somehow gentle. After decades of being apart, the fire that consumed them was overwhelming. Eric's lips moved down across Godric's neck, his hands everywhere, before suddenly stopping.
Eric stood to his full height, still as a statue, and Godric tried to listen for what his child could've heard.
"Sookie?" Godric asked, receiving a small nod from the younger vampire.
"Something is happening. In her room." Eric growled before he and Godric vacated the room in a blur of movement to go to their telepath's aid.