Right 'Round by PersianFreak
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Charlaine Harris. Please don't sue.
Rating: M
A/N: One-shot. Companion to my other story, Life Goes On.
Dedicated to GaijinVamp who gave me ideas about the throne: hey, I figured out the logistics of it ;)
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It was 2 AM, and Fangtasia was closing. The only two people remaining were being herded out by yours truly, with nearly everyone else (staff included) having left already. Eric was lounging on our loveseat throne lazily, and Pam was talking to him about the delayed shipment of Royalty Blended. I shut and locked the door behind the drunken patrons and turned just in time to see Pam about to head out. She waved at me as she headed for the employee entrance, calling out a 'Good night' as she did. That left me alone with my vampire boyfriend, who was eyeing me appreciatively from his throne. I was wearing a flimsy black dress that, despite reaching the floor, was somewhat lacking in modesty. The top was held up by thin spaghetti straps and it cut low, perfectly outlining my breasts where it covered them. Large diamonds were cut out of the sides, with the dress being held together by practically a single thread at the places where the vertices of the diamonds met on my stomach and on my back. My hair was pulled back into a messy bun, with strands of it nicely framing my face, and let me tell you, I looked good. I strode over to Eric, stopping in front of him. He uncrossed his legs and sat up straight, still eyeing me. I pulled the skirt of my dress up (thank God for the slits) and straddled his hips, my arms sliding around his neck.
"And how are you tonight, Miss Stackhouse?" He asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. I deemed the question rhetorical, and nuzzled the line of his jaw, letting my lips wander lower until I was gently nipping at his neck. I could feel his erection straining against the black dress pants he was wearing that night, and it aroused me even more. I let my hands wander down his broad chest, unbuttoning his black silk shirt. I bent my head down even further and sucked on his nipples, biting gently the way I knew he liked, and making him groan my name. I lifted my head and kissed him, slowly and deeply, taking my time, cupping his face in my hands. His hand glided down to between my legs but I slapped it away. I wanted things my way tonight. He obeyed, and put his hands on my hips instead, pulling me closer to him. I dropped both my hands to his pants, unbuttoning and then unzipping them, and by doing so freeing his erection. I rubbed him a few times before lifting myself up by pushing my knees down into the cushioning. Pushing my skirt out of the way, I guided him to my entrance, and then pushed him into me, making him gasp and suck at my collarbone, no doubt leaving marks on the skin there. I looked down, locking eyes with him, and began moving my hips in a deliberate fashion. I gyrated against him, at first slowly, and watched the dreamy look in his eyes grow more severe as his thoughts scattered with pleasure and he moaned my name. Then I began speeding up, moving faster and faster, making the circles in which my hips moved smaller and smaller, until I felt him squirming frantically in my arms as his climax approached, and then I pressed my hips down against him and jerked abruptly, watching him throw his head back and roar my name as he came deep inside of me. I smiled as he shivered with the aftershocks against my body, nuzzling my neck and shoulders as he did.
"I think I'm beginning to appreciate this thing, Eric." I murmured against his ear, nipping tantalizingly at his ear lobe as I did. He laughed, an action that did interesting things to the way our bodies were connected, and effectively ending the conversation as he busied his mouth and hands with other matters.