My own little spin on Season 4 Episode 2 : You Smell Like Dinner

Eric and Sookie are in her kitchen, after he asked her to be his.

"And what do you think is gonna happen when I do come to grips with it? Do you think my legs are just gonna magically open for you?"

The moment the sarcastic retort was out of her mouth Sookie was sorry. Double-damn her big mouth. Eric's gaze travelled down the length of her body, a slight grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. She was cold wearing only the thin cotton robe, and when his eyes lingered on her chest it was obvious he was enjoying her body's reaction. Too bad she hadn't taken the time to put on a bra.

He was suddenly right in front of her, and his nearness caused a liquid pool of desire to form in her lower abdomen immediately. He may not be able to glamour her, but the way she was reacting to him physically made Sookie feel utterly helpless. The breeze from his sudden movement flowed over her, and she shivered slightly. He was standing so close that she could feel the chill emanating from his rock hard body. Good lord he was gorgeous.

Never breaking eye contact, he took a step closer, slowly this time. Sookie knew she should put distance between them, but her legs were unwilling participants. Her heart pounded frantically in her chest, and she knew Eric could hear every beat. Despite the very real possiblity that he was going to sink his fangs into her neck and make her dinner, his proximity made her wild with desire. She mentally ran through the list of all his transgressions, hoping that would smack some sense into her lust-addled brain.

Instead, she began to vividly recall the deserate, passion-filled kiss they'd shared the year before at Fangtasia. Taking a calming breath, she closed her eyes briefly and tried to think about what she needed to add to her grocery list, anything to bring her back to reality. This was Eric Northman, he'd lied and betrayed her so many times. How could she want him this desperately? She heard Eric inhale deeply, drawing in her scent as his head leaned down slowly towards her neck. Knowing he needed no air, but simply wanted to smell her made that simple action so provacative.

"Sookie, trust me on this. There won't be any magic involved when your legs open for me." He chuckled softly, and his lips were dangerously close to the hollow of her neck. Incredibly, she found herself wishing for one split-second that he would bite her. An image of him pushing her up against the kitchen table roughly, and making love to her while his mouth drank greedily from her throat schorched itself into her mind.

Eric could sense the flood of desire within her, and dropped the lightest of kisses at the base of her neck. His hand reached upwards and cupped the back of her head, drawing her closer. Sookie bit down hard on her lower lip, using the pain to give her the self-control to keep her arms passive at her side. Her teeth pierced her bottom lip, the coppery taste of her blood filling her mouth.

The unmistakeable click rang out in the silent kitchen, as Eric released his fangs. He grazed them delicately up the curve of her neck, a lust-filled moan rumbling from his throat. His gaze met hers, his lips only inches away. Softly, he ran his finger over the tiny gash in her bottom lip. Sookie saw the hunger reflected in his eyes, his jaw clenching slightly. She drew in a ragged breath, unconscioulsy running her tongue across the spot his finger had been moments before.

Without warning his mouth was on hers, but the kiss was different than the first one they'd shared. Eric drew her bottom lip slowly into his mouth, groaning in esctasy at the taste of her blood. He drew her closer to him, molding her body tightly against his own. There was no restraining herself any longer. She felt her body move instinctively, arching towards him, her hands threading themselves through his hair.

Eric continued to kiss her gently, almost teasingly, but with his body pressed up so closely against hers she could feel exactly what he wanted. She knew she should be pushing him away, but there was no part of her body that was willing to break contact. Sookie deepened the kiss, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth. She found herself running it slowly over his fangs, eliciting a primal growl from him.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the explosion of passion was over. Eric pulled away with noticeable effort, his eyes boring into hers.

"No, I don't believe I'll need magic on my side to claim you as my own." He reached up and smoothed an errant lock of hair from her cheek, then retracted his fangs as he stepped back.

"When I make wild, passionate love to you it will be because you asked me to. Only then, will I make you mine."

And with that, Eric whirled out of the kitchen in a flash of movement, the screen door slamming behind him. Sookie leaned back against the counter for a moment, willing some strength back to her legs. She wondered how the hell was she going to resist him every time he showed up in her house. Evidently she was going to need some lessons in self-control. Straightening the sash on her robe, and smoothing her still-damp hair back into place, she headed for the stairs. What she really needed now was another shower, and this time it was going to be a cold one.