Not the Other Man
Sookie/Sam
NC 17+
I do not own ANYTHING! It all belongs to HBO and Charlaine Harris. This is my first True Blood fanfic and it's pretty poxy. I will write more and they will be rad!
Sam glanced up as Sookie walked into Merlottes that night. His gaze drank her in. Her black shorts and white top hugging her curves. She had left her hair down tonight and it tumbled across her shoulders in soft, blonde curls.
Sam licked his lips, an unconscious action. He longed to take those curls in is hands and bury his nose in them. This may have had something to do with his pre-disposition to shift into a dog, but only partly.
Sam Merlotte would do anything to have Sookie. And he would do anything for her.
Sookie smiled at Sam when she saw him standing behind the bar watching her entrance. She gave him a friendly wave and mentally built her wall up to block out all of the thoughts bombarding her from the bar patrons.
Sam gave himself a little shake before giving Sookie a wide, friendly smile. He turned his attention back to the beer he was pouring, mentally slapping himself for being such a fool.
"Sam Merlotte you are so damn obvious!" Came a taunting voice from behind him. Without turning Sam gave a warning sigh.
"Tara, I have no idea what you are talking about," he drawled, setting the pitcher of beer onto Arlene's waiting tray.
"Mmmmhmmm. And you hired me for my winning personality." She sassed, giving her boss a playful pat on the butt. "Go for it!"
Sam gave her a glare which Tara simply ignored. She sashayed over to the kitchen to laugh with Lafayette. Probably about Sam. He felt his frown deepen.
"Well hello to you to," he heard from beside him.
"Sookie. Hi." He quickly ditched to frown. Licking his lips, he smiled. "I thought Dawn was working the late shift today." He tried not to stare as Sookie's breasts pushed forward when she reached behind herself to tie her apron.
"She called in sick. Asked me to cover. I figure she's probably just with Jason but I needed the hours so who am I to deny someone their fun? Sam?"
"Hmmm?" Sam was trying really hard to keep his mind focussed. "Sorry. Long day. Well, so long as she makes it up to you." He smiled warmly. Sookie returned it with a friendly, if slightly perplexed smile of her own and set to work.
It was a relatively busy evening at Merlottes and Sookie had to concentrate to keep her mental shield raised. She could hear the appreciative, even lewd thoughts being directed towards her from the male patrons. There were also a lot of "that crazy Sookie" thoughts. Even after all this time it still hurt.
With her smile firmly in place Sookie hustled her tables. She couldn't help but be puzzled by Sam's behaviour. She wouldn't let herself into his head but even she, the queen of inexperience, could pick up on his attention. It didn't go unnoticed by her that the recent boldness in Sam's interest coincided with the arrival of Vampire Bill in Bon Temps.
And speak of the devil, figuratively speaking of course.
Sookie paid Bill no mind as he came in to Merlottes. It wasn't until he sat at a table in her section that she resigned herself to serving him. For a split second she had sensed Sam's thoughts and they were none too polite.
Sookie blocked him out and fixed Bill with a bright, if false, smile. Bill ignored her insincerity and gave her a smile back. There sure was a lot of smiling going on in Merlottes tonight!
"What can I get you tonight?" Sookie asked perkily. Just because she had told Bill she didn't want to see him any more after the policeman incident didn't mean she could afford to be rude to paying customers. This was Sam's business after all.
"I will have a Tru Blood. O negative, please."
"Coming right up." She turned to leave. A gentle hand grasped her elbow. Sookie whirled back around, her tray ready as a weapon (not that she could really harm Bill with a plastic tray). Bill had the grace to look chagrined.
"I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you. But Sookie, may we speak?"
Sookie sighed. They hadn't spoken since that night on her porch. Bill's "I will not call on you again" still rang in her ears. He had been true to his word. However, every night since, he had turned up at Merlottes and had a couple of True Bloods. He always tipped her well and was gone before she finished work. It was frustrating on so many levels. First and foremost because she could remember how good his lips felt on hers and the wonderful silence of his head. But her brief look into his world – the violence, the power play, ERIC, it had been too much. She needed a break.
Sookie could sense Sam at the bar, everything in him tense and alert. She sighed again.
"Bill, I'm working," she said quietly.
"Of course. Afterwards? I will wait for you at your house if you like."
"Gran will be asleep."
"I can wait outside." He was nothing if not persistent.
"I don't think that's such a good idea Bill. Gran would feel awful if she found out you'd been kept waiting outside."
"Would you, perhaps, prefer to come to my house?" he smiled gently and Sookie could see something behind that smile.
"Bill, I'll come to your place but this is just to talk, you understand."
"Of course," Bill smiled, watching her nod, turn and go.
Sam was waiting for her at the bar. He put his hand on her shoulder and bent a fraction to look into her downcast eyes.
"He bothering you Sookie? Want me to kick him out?"
Sookie laughed, just a little and looked into Sam's gaze. "Oh Sam, that's real sweet but I'm not sure you could throw him out if he didn't want to go. But thanks for the offer."
"Are you alright?"
"Sure. I'm fine. Besides, I better get back to work or my boss'll be real mad." Sam laughed, giving her shoulder a squeeze before letting her go.
"I'm sure he can forgive you." And with a wink he turned to get Bill's order, resisting the urge to spit in the bottle. Sookie took the order over and was saved from further conversation by a table of rowdy college kids calling for more beer.
As she settled into her rhythm the night began to fly. She served, was friendly and chatted with customers. It was a good night for tips. A lot of regulars were in so she had a few friendly faces to catch up with. Bill bought two more True Bloods and both times she served him without any more attempts at conversation.
The night would have gone off without a hitch if those college boys hadn't decided to get fresh. All it took was one smart arse comment and too much testosterone. Sookie almost felt sorry for the boy that was dumb enough to grab her derrière. Bill had been on his feet in a split second but before he could do God knows what Sam was there dragging the boy from the booth and frog marching him out the door.
Sookie had stood there blushing as the boy's friends left and the clientele turned back to their own conversation. She was surprised by Sam's reaction. Bill's not so much – he was a jealous type. But that sort of thing did happen. Sort of went with the job. As Sam walked past her he gave her a gentle look.
"I wont let people treat you like that," and he went back behind the bar. Sookie did notice Lafayette and Tara exchange a look over the kitchen counter.
After that things started quieting down. People were heading home. Bill drifted out at some point. That was one of the things about him that irked her. His mysterious comings and goings. He had left her a ridiculous tip and Sookie was almost stubborn enough not to accept it. Almost.
As the last of the customers trickled out and Arlene had left Sam watched Sookie do her closing prep. She seemed to be taking her time. He sure didn't mind. He'd overheard her conversation with Bill and he was in no hurry for her to make that appointment.
"Hey Sookie when you're done there do you mind coming back here to help out with some of these boxes?"
"Sure thing Sam," he heard her call. He laughed because he knew that she saw right through his lame request and knew what he was doing. Oh well. She didn't seem to mind.
Sookie finished stacking the chairs so Terry could mop in the morning. All in all her night had been good. She had made a killing on tips and for the most part her customers had been really nice. Even Sam had been really playful, touching her whenever he had the chance. Just a soft caress of the fingers as he handed her something or bumping hips as he walked past or brushing his arm against hers as he stood beside her. She almost thought he might have been flirting. Come to think of it, it had felt a lot like flirting.
She headed for the storeroom and found Sam already hard at work.
"Oh hey," he said, a bit breathless. "Can you pass me those ones and I'll stick them onto the shelves?"
And they settled into it. It was hard work and Sookie found herself getting a bit breathless. It was quite a while before they were finished.
"Thanks a lot Sookie," Sam said when the last box was stacked. They were standing in the storeroom. He took a step closer.
"Oh its no problem Sam. It would've taken you ages to do it all on your own."
"No kidding," Sam grinned. He was quite close now. His expression had turned serious and though she was blocking his thoughts, Sookie could sense powerful emotions coming from him. Sam reached out and wiped away a drop of sweat from her nose with his thumb. Sookie stared up at him with wide eyes. They were inches apart.
Sam realised where they were and could see the nervousness in her eyes. He pulled his hand back and gave her a slightly shaky smile.
"Come over for coffee?" he asked, trying not to make it sound like an innuendo. Sookie nodded, slowly, slightly dazed.
"I just have to grab my purse." Sam waited for her to retrieve it from his office before hitting the lights and following her out the door.
He led the way to his trailer and opened the door for her. Once she was settled on the couch he went about making some coffee. Sookie took in Sam's home.
"You've done a lot to it since I was last here." He'd given it a paint job and the couch was quite new.
"Yeah. I forget you've only been in here once or twice. Sugar?"
"Two please."
"I've been fixing it up bit by bit. Its no castle, but hey, its home." He handed her the coffee and sat next to her on the couch. "Thanks again for your help tonight, Sookie."
"Well, thankyou for throwing that guy out. It wasn't necessary. I was going to clout him with my tray." She had been hoping to make him smile as at the mention of the pervert in the bar Sam's face had clouded. "Sam?" she asked gently.
"I told you. I wont let people treat you like that." He sighed. His blue eyes flashed with anger and then it was gone. He looked at her gently. "I care about you too damn much."
Before Sookie could respond Sam's lips were on hers. She couldn't help but compare him to Bill. Where Bill was cool, Sam was fiery hot. Bill was calm and precise, having had decades to practice. But Sam was led by instinct. He was gentle and tender to start. His lips lightly grazing hers, her cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. After several moments he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking hers. She melted into the kiss. Sam's right hand was cupping her face while his left was on her thigh. He was half on top of her, leaning over her as she fell into the pillows. She could feel something hard pressing into her and she wasn't entirely sure that it was Sam's belt buckle. Sam's tongue had settled into an unmistakeable rhythm and his hand was kneading her hip. Yet he didn't appear to be in any hurry.
Sookie, on the other hand, could feel her defences crumbling. She was gasping and her hands were bunched in the front of Sam's shirt. His thoughts were beginning to creep in to her mind.
"So beautiful. I could kiss her all night. Mustn't hurt her. Feels so good." She had to smile against Sam's lips. At least he was thinking half decent thoughts. But she could see that deeper down there was the desire to go further and she sure wasn't ready to do that, no matter what her body was saying. She gasped and pulled her head back. Sam moved to kiss her throat.
"Sam, wait." She asked, putting both hands on his shoulders. To his credit he stopped right away. He looked up into her face, both of his hands coming to rest on the couch on either side of her head. His blues eyes were glazed. He looked almost drugged. And yet, he was concerned for her.
"Sookie?" his breathing was ragged. His face intent.
"I just…it's a bit soon." She smiled apologetically.
"Oh god! Sookie, I'm sorry." He pushed himself up, running his hands through his hair. "I hadn't meant to rush you. I just got carried away. Forgive me."
Sookie also sat up and put a reassuring hand on Sam's knee. At least she hoped it was reassuring. She felt pretty shaky herself and she didn't have much experience at this so maybe touching him right now wasn't the best idea. With that thought she removed her hand but caught his gaze.
"Don't apologise Sam. It was just a bit much too soon, that's all." Sam looked into her eyes, his blue ones flashing.
"I wont ever push you into something, Sookie," he promised. Sam leant forward and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. When he pulled back Sookie's eyes widened.
"What's wrong? Was that…bad?" Sam asked, embarrassed.
"No! God no!" It was Sookie's turn to look embarrassed. Ï have to get home."
"To see Bill?" Sam asked, pulling away from her sulkily. He actually pouted.
"What? I'd completely forgotten about that. How did you know I was meeting him?"
"I have ears Sookie. I can hear a conversation happening right in front of me." He balled his fists, hitting his knees.
"Well excuse me Sam Merlotte. I didn't know my life was your business!" Sookie got to her feet and stormed out the door.
"Oh hell! Sookie! Wait!" Sam went after her, cursing. He couldn't understand how it had all gone so wrong so quickly. One second he had had her in his arms and the next she was gone.
He found her in her car crying. He opened her door.
"Sookie, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just get so riled when I think about him hurting you. Please. Look at me." He tilted her head so he could see her face. "Sookie, please, speak to me." He begged her.
"My car wont start." She sobbed.
"Oh Sookie," he murmured and put his arms around her. Sookie buried her face in his chest, wetting his check shirt with her tears. He kissed the top of her head.
"I'll give you a ride home," he told her, standing.
"Thankyou Sam." She murmured, wiping her face.
Sam walked back to his trailer to get his keys. Sookie was waiting by his truck. They climbed in and sat in silence the entire trip to Sookie's house. Sam pulled up to the front steps and stopped the car. The porch light was still on.
"Want me to walk you in?" Sam offered, breaking the silence.
"No thanks. I've put you out more than enough. Thanks so much for the lift."
"It was no trouble Sookie. You know that. Besides, I'm a gentleman. I have to at least offer to help the lady." He gave her a crooked smile. Sookie had to sigh. He was adorable.
"Thankyou Sam." She climbed out of the truck. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Sookie."
He stayed in the truck but watched as Sookie climbed the porch steps and stuck her key in the door. She turned to wave before disappearing into the house. Sam's head dropped onto his hands on the steering wheel and he sighed. He was still achingly hard. Not that he had intended on going that far tonight but he felt very unsatisfied and frustrated. He hoped that Sookie wasn't mad at him. He felt like a fool. He'd finally kissed her and then let his jealousy ruin a perfectly good evening.
That was when he heard her scream. He was out of the truck and through the front door faster than he had ever moved in his life.
"Sookie?" he yelled, trying to pinpoint where she was. He found her in the kitchen. Standing over her Gran. Who was lying in a pool of blood.
Sam was cradling Sookie in his arms, shielding her from the sight of her Gran, when Bill arrived. He flew through the door at vampire speed to see Sookie in Sam's arms. His nostrils flared with jealousy before flaring again as the scent of blood hit him. He took in the carnage.
"Sookie? What has happened? Are you alright?" he reached to take her from Sam, who reluctantly let her go to turn to the vampire.
Bill cradled her face, looking into her eyes before hugging her to him. He caught Sam glaring at him. Sookie smelt of him. He wondered if she was aware that her boss was a shifter. Perhaps she wouldn't be quite so enamoured with him if she did. Bill stopped those thoughts and turned back to the chaos at hand. Sookie's Gran was dead. Sookie was silent in his arms. She was shaking, in shock, but she did not cry. Bill could hear Sam on the phone to the sheriff's office. Bill walked Sookie out onto the front porch.
"How come you're here?" she asked once they were settled on the porch swing. Bill didn't take offence. He knew she only meant why was he at her house right when she got home.
"You didn't come around. I was worried. When I heard a car pull up I came over to see if it was you." His explanation was simple enough and he could feel her nod against his shoulder.
Sam came out onto the porch. Sookie pulled away from Bill and went to Sam, who held her tightly.
"Bud and Andy are on their way. They're going to want to talk to you Sookie. Do you feel up to that?"
Sookie took a deep breath and nodded. She would be up for that. She'd have to be.
It had been horrible. All the questions. And their thoughts. She had been in too much shock to block them out and they bombarded her. Sam had held her hand the whole time, refusing to leave, even when Sheriff Dearborn had wanted to question her in private.
Usually touching only exacerbated her telepathy but Sam must have been making an effort to think calming thoughts. He was succeeding in making her feel safe.
The officers all tried to convince her to stay somewhere else that night. Sam offered her his place and he would stay in the bar. Bill offered for her to stay at his. Sookie just shook her head. Finally realising she wasn't going to budge Bud and Andy moved off. The body had been removed. There was a massive clean up job waiting.
Bill put his hand on Sookie's shoulder. "I must leave now. It is nearly dawn. But I will come back, I promise." Sookie nodded mutely, not really absorbing his words.
When all but Sam were gone Sookie headed inside and started cleaning. Sam gave her a look but said nothing, instead getting to his knees to help her.
When every last drop of blood was erased Sookie looked at Sam.
"You're covered in blood! You go use the shower. I'll fix you something to eat." She stook, wiping her own bloody hands on her shorts.
"Sookie…"
"Gran wouldn't want me to forget my manners. Especially not now. Go. Shower. Get yourself cleaned up. There are towels in the closet."
Sam nodded and gratefully went to shower. He returned to the kitchen all freshly scrubbed to find a cooked breakfast waiting. Sookie had given herself a quick scrub at the sink and put a long t-shirt on.
"You just eat up. I'm going to get cleaned up." And she headed for the bathroom.
Sam tucked in to the breakfast, surprised that he could eat after what they had witnessed. But he was starving, and nervous, and didn't want to offend Sookie by not eating. He finished and went looking for her. She was still in the shower so he sat on her bed to wait. It was the first time he had been in her room. It smelt of her. He sat there in the old t-shirt of Jason's that he had found in the closet and his jockey shorts and tried not to think about Sookie's poor Gran and how the same thing could have happened to Sookie if the night hadn't panned out the way it did. He sighed.
The door from the bathroom opened and Sookie stepped out, dressed in a tank and pj shorts. She was clean and fresh smelling.
"I'm fine Sam. Just tired." She said abruptly. Her tone was soft but caught him off guard.
"I didn't –"
"I know. I heard you thinking it." She sat next to him on the bed.
"Sorry, I've been trying not to think too loud."
"I know. Thankyou. It's the shock. My defences are down. Besides. You're harder to read than a normal person. Mostly I just pick up emotions." She yawned.
"You need sleep, Sookie." Sam decided they could talk about that another day.
"I don't want to be alone."
"I'll sleep on the couch. Don't worry. I wont let anyone hurt you." He stood to go, to give her some privacy.
"Would you stay? I think I'd like to just be held. Is that ok?" she asked timidly. Sam didn't speak just walked around to the side of the bed. He held the sheet up for her to climb in and got in after her. He turned the lamp off and turned on his side to face her. She had her back to him and when she felt him lie down she scooched over til her back was against his front. Sam wrapped his arm around her and held her to him. His nose was buried in her neck and he inhaled deeply. She was like a drug and he was addicted. He felt her breathing deepen as she slipped into slumber and he held her all the closer as he let exhaustion claim him.
It was full day when Sookie woke. In the night she had moved and now lay with her head on Sam's chest.
Sam! She remembered what an angel he had been last night. Helping her and then holding her all night. She brushed one of his honey locks off of his forehead and smiled as he gave a little bark. The smile turned into a giggle when the bark became a growl. She gasped when Sam rolled to his side and pulled her flush against him. She could feel the same hardness from the night before pressed against her and she knew once and for all that that wasn't his belt buckle.
"Sam?" she tried to rouse him. His face was buried in her neck. She felt him wake and the way his body tensed slightly til he realised where he was. He placed a kiss on her neck, just below her ear, causing Sookie to shiver. He raised sleepy blue eyes to meet hers.
"Mornin'," he murmured, voice husky. What a voice! Right at that moment Sookie felt she could happily wake to that voice every morning.
"Chasing rabbits?" she asked, smiling.
"Hmm?" Sam made no move to pull away, deciding he was far too comfortable right where he was.
"You bark in your sleep," Sookie grinned. Sam looked embarrassed and buried his face back in the crook of her neck.
"We need to get up," he said eventually. It wasn't that he particularly wanted to leave the warmth and comfort of the bed but there was the small issue of the murder that had occurred the night before.
Sookie took a deep breath and nodded. She would face this and do her Gran proud.
The funeral had been a tedious affair. Sookie could hardly believe how insincere some of the town's people were. It had been hard. Hard burying her Gran. Hard to keep calm. Sam did not leave her side throughout the day. It wasn't the annoying sort of lingering that drives you mad. Actually, half the time she wasn't even aware he was there. But whenever it got to be too much he was right there with a hand on her shoulder or a hug. When Jason had lost it and hit her Sam was there, dragging him away. The two had almost come to blows before Sam made it incredibly clear that no one was to hurt her. She did have to wonder where she found these protective types.
It was several days later that Sookie even got the chance to think about everything that had happened. With Gran. With Sam. Even the incident with Bill. It was the first time she had been alone in days. She sat on her Gran's bed and cried. She emptied herself of everything that had bottled up over the last week.
That night she got herself dressed and cleaned up. She felt better for doing something proactive. She had just decided to go in to Monroe to window shop at the mall when the doorbell rang. She wondered who it could be and silently prayed that it wasn't Bill again. He had been over several times to see she was alright and offer her support. Sookie didn't feel like she could handle any more support.
She crossed to the door, checking her hair in the mirror on the way past. Pulling back the deadbolt she swung open the door.
"Sam?" she asked incredulously. He was standing on her porch looking slightly awkward. That may have had something to do with the fact that he was dressed in a crisp new shirt and pressed jeans. Even his hair and had been brushed – a real rarity. He looked odd all clean and tidied.
"Hey," he grinned at her.
"Hey," she smiled back. "You're all dressed up."
"Yeah. I thought maybe if I came over all nice looking you might be more likely to say yes." He grinned.
"Say yes to what?" Sookie looked him over again, suspiciously this time.
"Dinner. I made a reservation at that new place over in Monroe."
"Dinner?" Sookie felt like she was missing some vital pieces of the puzzle.
"Yeah. I just… I just cant stand the thought of you sitting in this big ol' house on your own, Cher. Besides. A gentleman would ask out the girl he's been keen on. Only seems right, after all." He gave her such a charming smile that Sookie felt herself melting. How on earth did she get so lucky as to have a boss, friend… well whatever he was – like Sam.
She snapped herself from her thoughts when she realised that he was waiting expectantly.
"Of course I will, Sam. Do I need to change?" She looked down at her dress.
"You're perfect," Sam breathed. Sookie felt herself blushing. She locked up the house and followed Sam to his car. He opened the door for her – something she definitely wasn't used to.
Sam had a silly smile fixed to his face for the entire drive. He knew Sookie had noticed it but he couldn't help himself. They made small talk. The bar, Jason's latest antics, Tara, whether Andy Bellefleur was a hopeless case, whether Jane Bodehouse would ever vacate her permanent seat at Merlottes. In all, it was a pleasant trip and Sookie enjoyed how Sam made her feel. He was generous – even in conversation, and he made her feel calm and safe.
Sam pulled in to the parking lot of the restaurant and turned off the ignition. They sat a moment, listening to the ignition before Sam climbed down and opened Sookie's door, helping her out of the truck. Still holding her hand he led the way inside.
"Well I dare say that is just about the fullest I have ever been," Sookie giggled as Sam helped her back into the truck. "I've vever had such delicious food in my life." She rested her hands on her stomach and grinned at Sam.
"Well I'm glad you liked it," Sam smiled back, giving her a wink. He started the car.
"No really Sam. It was wonderful. Thankyou so much for taking me. I really needed this, I just didn't know it." She put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. She felt Sam shudder at the contact and withdrew her hand. It had been almost a week since she had been on Sam's couch, with Sam pressed against her, his tongue hot in her mouth. She felt her body throb at the memory and instantly felt embarrassed. She wished she knew how to let Sam know she wanted to do that again. And soon.
"Sookie?" she realised that he had been speaking to her.
"Pardon?"
"I asked how you were getting along by yourself. I didn't want to leave you alone but you were so adamant about needing to be able to manage by yourself I didn't want to push."
"I've been alright," Sookie said automatically. Then she thought about being in that house all alone. She loved that house and it was her home. But at night when she climbed into bed every creak, every noise was a murderer coming to get her.
"Actually, it is a bit scary. Mostly at night. I get spooked by noises, thinking its someone in the house."
"Do you want me to come in for a bit?" Sam tried not to make that sounds too suggestive. Sookie thought about it. She thought of the comfort she would feel with Sam there. And her mind drifted to some of the other things that they could do to pass the time. She felt her cheeks redden. Then she had an image of Bill storming in on one of his nightly "visits" and ruining the mood entirely.
"Actually, would you mind terribly if we went to your place for a while?" she tried not to blush. Sam simply grinned.
"Sure."
He took the turnoff that led to Merlottes, and his trailer. He led Sookie into his trailer once more and offered her a drink. They settled on the couch. There was an awkward silence. Sookie seemed nervous and unsure of where to look. Sam found it sweet.
"Cher? Would you like to watch a movie?" he got up and went to the shelf.
"Sure. What you got?" Sookie relaxed slightly. Watch a movie. She could do that.
"Depends on your mood. I've got action, sci-fi, comedy or Christmas."
"Christmas?" Sookie giggled. Sam gave her a sheepish grin.
"I like Christmas movies." He shrugged.
"Alright. A Christmas one." She smiled, thinking that she liked this unexpected side to Sam.
He selected a movie and stuck it in the player before settling back on the couch. With his feet on the coffee table and his left arm stretched across the back of the couch Sookie didn't think she had ever seen him so relaxed.
"C'mere," he told her, gesturing to the space next to him. Sookie bit her lip and scooched across the couch until she was sitting in the crook of Sam's arm. Their thighs were pressed together and Sam's arm went around her shoulders. It was very comfortable.
"Relax," Sam purred in her ear. Sookie let herself relax into him. He was warm and comfortable. She sighed contentedly. The film started and Sookie rested her head against Sam's shoulder. She couldn't pick up any of his thoughts but he was emanating a contented glow.
Sam couldn't have been happier. He put his arm around Sookie and settled back to watch the movie. His fingers began running lightly over her arm, causing goosebumps. When she didn't protest to that he ran his hand further until it was stroking her thigh. Sookie sighed and settled further into him. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. When he went to kiss her temple she surprised him by turning her face and meeting his lips with her own. They kissed with increasing intensity, hands roaming, mouths gasping and exploring.
Sam turned so that he was fully facing Sookie and she once again found herself lying flat on his couch with a very horny Sam on top of her. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do except kiss Sam, which she was happy doing. However, there was the not so small issue of Sam's hardness between them and the ache that Sookie was beginning to feel in her lower regions.
Sam seemed happy to take charge and guide her so Sookie relaxed into the rhythm and followed his lead. Sam cupped her breasts through her dress and gazed down on her reverently.
"So beautiful," he breathed. Sookie blushed and pulled him to her for another kiss. Her body was acting on autopilot. She was being guided by sense and pleasure. She found her hips meeting Sam's as he gently thrust against her. Her fingers untucked Sam's shirt and ventured under the soft cotton to tangle in the light hairs smattering his chest. Sam pulled back from her. Sookie moaned at the loss of contact but stopped when she realised he was only taking the shirt off. He was back on her again, hands like a whirlwind. Being partially undressed seemed to excite him further.
Sookie grew bolder as the kiss turned more passionate. Her hands drifted lower, until they were resting on his buckle. She paused there for a moment before biting the bullet, so to speak, and caressing him through his jeans.
Sam let out a guttural groan and bucked against her hand. Sookie was quite certain that that was the sexiest sound she had ever heard. Sam had his eyes squeezed closed and his jaw clenched as Sookie's inexperienced fingers lightly traced him through his jeans.
"Oh God! Sookie!" he moaned, lowering his mouth to her breasts. He sucked her nipples through the material of her dress causing Sookie to gasp and moan. Her hips bucked against him and she arched her back giving Sam better access. His hands slipped under her to caress her backside before slipping under her dress to trace along the edge of her panties. He held her closer as Sookie's hands ran down his back, her nails leaving faint red marks along his spine and causing Sam to shiver.
Sookie reached down between them again, bolder this time, and gave him a soft squeeze. She could feel herself getting wetter with every moan Sam gave. She went to open Sam's pants when she felt his hands stopping her, holding hers gently.
"Sookie, wait," he said calmly, even if his breathing was ragged.
"Sam?" Sookie felt herself blushing furiously. She had been too eager. Too inexperienced. He didn't want her. She felt Sam's hand on her cheek. His lips kissing her eyelids.
"Sookie, sweetheart. I want this. I really want this." He gave her a crooked smile. "And if you are sure you want this too I think you deserve better than my old couch."
Oh, he wants to move to the bedroom.
Sookie nodded. Sam pulled back off her and stood, reaching down to take her hand and help her up. Sookie saw the evidence of Sam's arousal straining against his jeans and she averted her gaze quickly, blushing even redder. Sam squeezed her hand and gave a chuckle as he led her to his bed.
At the foot of the bed he pulled her to him and kissed her. His hands reached for the hem of her dress and started to lift.
"I've never done this before, Sam." Sookie blurted suddenly. Sam stilled but did not look less impassioned. He had suspected as much but hadn't wanted to ask. So he had beaten the vampire to her. He felt bad for the pleasure he took in that knowledge. He nodded slowly.
"I will go as slow as you want." He promised. "I'll try not to hurt you."
Sookie responded by kissing him again. Sam responded enthusiastically. Soon Sookie's dress was on the floor, along with her underwear. She lay naked on the bed slightly shy as Sam's eyes drank her in.
As she watched him Sam began undoing his jeans. Sookie watched, fascinated, as Sam's erection sprang free from its tight confines. Her first thought was "Its Huge!" She didn't want to give too much thought to how that was going to fit inside her. Sam climbed onto the bed and lay alongside her. He ran a hand lightly down her body.
"You ok?" he asked gently. Sookie nodded, meeting his gaze. They kissed, softly, tongues dancing. Sam's hand glided between Sookie's legs and dipped into her wetness. Sookie gasped against his mouth and bucked her hips into Sam's hand. He slid one finger inside her, testing her, preparing her. Sookie's eyes were closed and she was moaning as he added a second, then a third finger, moving them in time with his tongue.
Sookie's hands were in Sam's hair, holding his mouth to hers. She was on sensory overload. She was at the brink. Sam could feel her tightening against his fingers and flicked his thumb over her nub sending her tumbling over.
"Sam! Oh God! Sam!" she cried as her orgasm washed over her. She shook with its intensity.
Sam however, didn't allow her to come down from her high. He rolled on top of her, bracing himself on his hands.
"You ready?" he asked, gasping, restraining himself. Sookie nodded and Sam placed himself at her entrance. She was so wet. Sookie wrapped her legs around Sam and raised her hips as he pushed inside. He groaned as her tight heat encased him.
It hurt at first. A stinging, tearing pain that made Sookie's breath catch in her throat. And then Sam started moving a gentle thrusting that she picked up quickly and met his hips each time. The pain was quickly forgotten as Sam's lips captured hers. He caressed her cheek with his hand and slowly moved his hips. He was using all of his strength not to pound into her hot, tight wetness but he did not want to hurt her.
Sookie was meeting his thrusts, her hands were moving from his hair to his back, her tongue was battling with his and with every moan she made Sam felt himself moving closer to his release.
He reached his hand down between them and settled his thumb on her bundle of nerves. He felt Sookie clench around him as he touched her. Once, twice, three times he touched her and then he was blinded by pure pleasure as she careened over the edge, her orgasm triggering his.
When he finally came down he felt Sookie breathing heavily under him. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could look at her. She was gorgeous – her face all flushed and her blonde hair tousled all over the place.
"You alright?" he queried, still inside her. He wasn't ready to break the connection just yet. She nodded, catching her breath.
"Wow!" she gasped. Sam grinned. He would take that as a compliment.
"Yeah, it was pretty wow." He smiled and buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
"Wow!" Sookie said again, this time louder and with even more awe. Sam kissed her neck.
"Are you ok? Sookie? I didn't hurt you?" he pulled back and looked at her intently. "Am I too heavy? I can move." He went to pull away but was stopped by Sookie's hands holding him in place. Even her legs wrapped around him tighter, holding him to her.
"No! Not yet. Just give me a sec to get used to this." Sam nodded and lay his body back down against hers. He traced his fingers along her cheek.
"You are so damn beautiful Sookie." He whispered, placing the sweetest kiss on her lips. Sookie blushed and shook her head.
"As if Sam," she admonished. Sam kissed her again.
"You don't even know it, do you? You have no idea how gorgeous and sweet you are. And that just makes you all the sweeter!" he playfully nipped at Sookie's neck, causing her to giggle. How he loved that sound. God he loved her! Would it scare her off if he told her? Surely she already knew.
"I love you Sookie," he murmured against her lips before kissing her. It may have been a coward's way out but right at that moment he didn't think he could have stood hearing her rejection. When he pulled back Sookie's hand rested on his cheek.
"I'm pretty certain that I love you Sam Merlotte." She whispered back at him. She could sense his emotions and was hit with a wave of relief, love and pure adoration. It was overwhelming. She had suspected, from brief insights into his mind that he had been attracted to her. But until now she had never known the depth of those feelings.
Sam kissed her long and sweet. She had told him she loved him too. That was more that he could have hoped for. He pulled back and gently separated them before turning to hold Sookie against his chest. She snuggled against him and drifted into slumber. She sighed contentedly. Everything was absolutely perfect in his world right then.
Bill sat on the steps of Sookie's front porch. He had seen her leave with the shifter and had decided to await her return. However, it was near dawn and she was still not home.
Bill felt himself settling into a brood. He really didn't like that shifter. It was bad enough that he had kept Sookie away the night she was supposed to come and visit him, the night he would have made things right between them, but now he was whisking Sookie off on dates. Bill was not happy. He thought he had made himself pretty clear to the shifter that Sookie was his.
Before Bill could settle well and truly into his thoughts a familiar red corvette parked beside Sookie's yellow bomb. Bill felt his bad mood get even worse as the tall, immaculately blonde Viking stepped from his vehicle. He strolled over to Bill and looked down at the shorter vampire.
"Bill," he smirked. He looked up at the darkened house, inhaling. When he ascertained that there were no humans present his smirk grew. He gave Bill a taunting look.
"Where is Sookie?" short, sharp and to the point was always his style.
Bill glowered up at the Sheriff of Area 5. His being here could only mean trouble and on top of that, he didn't want Eric's smugness. The less he had to do with Sookie the better.
When Bill did not respond Eric fixed him with a hard look.
"Where is Sookie?" he demanded, eyes like steel.
"She is with the shifter." Bill growled, fists clenched and frown firmly set. Eric's fangs came out and his fury was obvious.
"Get her. I require her talents." And he turned and walked back to the car, speeding into the night.
Bill watched him leave before letting out a growl of fury. Whatever Eric had planned, Sookie wasn't going to like it. And if anything, it was only going to lose Bill even more Brownie points with her.
With a final glance at the house, Bill headed off in search of Sookie so that he could fulfil the wishes of Eric the Viking Vampire, Sheriff of Area 5.
To be cont…