Charlaine Harris owns these characters.
A/N: I recommend my one-shot Taking Flight before reading Sookie's Turn.
Sookie
I woke feeling like I had a hangover. Everything was a little foggy and my mind tried to remember what I had done the night before, but for the life of me I found no memory at all of the previous night. I opened my eyes and saw Eric and then I remembered. He was watching me with such devotion in his eyes and I felt a flood of love flowing from my heart stronger than any emotion I had ever felt. I loved him so much it almost hurt. Was it because he was my maker or had the love always been there and was simply heightened now because of my new senses?
Eric whispered my name but the sound was so loud—not in a painful or unpleasant way at all. It actually was deeply satisfying to hear his voice. Even in a whisper, it resonated in my head and heart and again the love that I felt for him was overwhelming. His eyes were bluer; his hair and skin begged for my touch. My eyes trailed down his body and I saw the rose—so beautiful and the richest shade of red—the sentiment almost made me weep. And then I saw the champagne glass and I felt a little click in my mouth and my lips involuntarily parted. Eric brought the glass of blood to my lips and I drank the sweetest nectar ever made. Each swallow sent waves of pleasure through my body and each wave seemed to find its resting place between my legs.
Eric was placing the empty glass on the nightstand while my hands frantically tore at his clothes. The need was consuming. I was like a wild animal in a cage and my freedom was in his pants. "It's okay. It's okay. I'm right here." He began to help me open his pants and he softly chuckled with amusement. That tiny spark of humor exploded in my heart and I was suddenly overcome with peels of laughter. I felt overwhelmed with joy. He must have felt it too because our eyes met and I saw the wonder in his that I was feeling as well. In the next instant his tongue and lips were on my mouth. One of my fangs must have accidentally pierced his tongue. He made a tiny grunt and I tasted his blood and was immediately hit by the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. I screamed his name as his mouth found my neck and before the pleasure subsided, he was inside me with an entirely different explosive sensation. Fortunately, he didn't last very long. I'm not sure my senses could have survived much more. I stopped counting after my eighth orgasm and after Eric had his own, it was a long time before I could form any words at all.
I finally asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's hard to explain to another person. Imagine doing so yourself." I looked around the room at the intensity of the colors, breathed in the myriad of scents, focused on the sensation of Eric still inside me.
"You're right. It's too much. There are no words. My god, if I had known, I never would have left you. I would have done this years ago. I wasted so much time that we could have been like this." And then I burst into uncontrollable sobs. He held me and said a long shhhhh and kissed my hair. (Is it possible that my hair could feel too?) I felt him lick my tears before they could stain the pillow beneath me. "Good lord, Eric. It's like the worst PMS imaginable. My emotions are so completely out of control." I felt his body shake with a tiny laugh and then my own laughter broke through my tears.
Eric raised his head a bit and looked me in the eye. "Don't worry, love. It'll get easier. You'll get used to it and learn to love it."
"Oh, I already do. It's amazing. Thank you, Eric."
"You are most welcome."
We spent that first night mostly in bed like that. I was learning each new sensation and Eric said that his own emotions were definitely affected through the bond. It was new to him as well. We made love several times but mostly we just talked and held each other. I had so many questions but even Eric didn't have all the answers and said we should just take things slowly and discover our new union together. By the end of the night, I was already looking forward to my next waking moment because I knew that Eric would be there. I spent so many years of my life running away from the supernatural. I had no idea that I would find myself embracing my own supernatural existence with such zeal and pure joy. I lay beside Eric looking into his beautiful eyes as I felt the pull of dawn. Even that new sensation was a pleasure and I smiled at him and heard him tell me he loved me as my eyes closed and everything simply went away.