Hi guys!

I know, I know... I should be writing my little heart out on All I Need and I am, I promise but it's just been very slow going this week.

That ASkars Calvin Klein Provocations ad is still giving me delicious ideas... add to that getting my first tattoo last week and voilà, we have Not Planning on You, my first All Human fic.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, I just like to mess with them. This is mix of TB and SVM, and I've grabbed and used characters from both fandoms.

No Beta


"Are you ready for me?"

Sookie looked up from her magazine. And kept looking up at the gorgeous wall of hunky man standing in front of her. Well over six feet tall, Eric Northman was a picture of lean, muscled, tattooed male perfection.

Hhhmm… more than you'll ever know, handsome.

"You betcha," she answered, giving Eric a sweet smile as she set aside her Cosmo, swung her purse over her shoulder and stood.

"Are we still set on inking your ribs," he asked as he led them through the busy waiting area of Victims of Ink. Eric had opened up shop on the Louisiana Boardwalk in Bossier City a few years ago. The entertainment complex was the perfect location and his clientele came from all over to get inked up by Eric.

Sookie tore her eyes away from the drool worthy ass in front of her and looked around nervously as other customers sat and underwent their own body modifications.

You can do this. This is for Gran, you can do this.

Eric stopped when he saw that Sookie hadn't followed him. He smirked as he watched her wide eyed stare. She was gaping at a hulking biker as he got a portrait of his girlfriend tattooed on his upper back.

"Ribs are a sensitive area, are you sure you want that for your first time?" he called to her.

Sookie snapped out of it and caught the small smirk on his beautiful mouth, the mischievous glint in his cool cobalt eyes.

He was messing with her.

"I'm not gonna wuss out, if that's what you're thinkin," she said with an arched look.

"All right then." Eric dipped his chin in a short nod, his tone dripping with doubt. He kept walking towards his him work room, sweeping his arm through the open door to lean against the frame, "Ladies first."

Sookie ducked under his arm, fighting off a shiver as her breasts brushed against his chest. As Eric closed the door behind then with a soft click, she felt her nipples bead and chill bumps explode along her arms.

It's just nerves.

That, or the prospect of being alone in a room with a man she had been fantasizing about since the night she met him.

It was two years ago when they met. It was her cousin Hadley's wedding to her high school sweetheart Remy Savoy. Sookie had been the maid of honor to Eric's best man.

From the moment they met, it had been instant chemistry. The way Eric made her feel was indescribable, the whole night they had talked and laugh, finding so much in common it was ridiculous.

But Eric Northman was off limits.

Sookie was a firm believer in keeping her friendships and lovers separate and when she found out that Eric had dated her close friend, Amelia Broadway while they were in college, she knew they had to back off.

Plus, Eric was currently dating a woman named Yvetta and that was one she-bitch Sookie knew to stay away from.

She was all sweetness light when men were around, but put her around other women and her claws came out. Sookie did not need that drama in her life.

Thoughts of Eric had been coming fast and hard since Sookie had just ended her toxic relationship with her on again off again boyfriend, Alcide Herveaux. She was the last to know when it came to his cheating and wasn't feeling all the trusting of the opposite sex at the moment.

It was such a shame too.

Just the sight of Eric made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She loved that when he worked, an adorable flop of blond hair always feel into his eyes when he forgot to push it back with his ball cap.

When we spoke, his intense gaze had a way of focusing intently on just you, making you feel like everything else was unimportant. He had a warm and ready smile that was absolutely breathtaking. When Hadley had introduced them, Sookie was struck mute by his adorable overbite.

Factor in his tall, athletic build and the tattoo's she could see peeking out of his shirt collar and wrists, and she was a goner.

The man was the complete embodiment of sex on two very long legs.

His lickable chin clef and bitable lips made him more than handsome. When he was agitated or mad he had an edge to him that intimidated most people, and with good reason too. Eric had more than earned his reputation for being a badass when the situation called for it.

But around Sookie, he was sweet and funny, the kind of guy who was loyal to the people he considered family.

With both of them in and out relationships, they settled themselves into a solid friendship based on shared interests and a heavy dose of unrequited lust and sexual tension.

So far, it has worked for them.

Sookie watched Eric as he began to set up his work station. Her willpower was waning and she had to force herself to remember that Eric had a long-time girlfriend and she could not under any circumstances climb into his lap and ask for a kiss.

Bad Sookie, he's taken and you are old enough to know better.

"You doing this alone?" he asked as he adjusted the chair so he didn't have to hunch too much. I nodded.

"Hadley couldn't make it. Hunter has some kindergarten thing that she and Remy wanted to go to," she explained. Hunter was her four year old nephew. Sookie loved the spunky little cuss and she loved being an aunt. The special bond she and Hunter had was something she never expected to feel and would always cherish.

Sookie walked around Eric's space, taking it all in as he got ready for her. She loved it. The deep, blood red walls might have looked a bit garish anywhere else but Eric teamed it with black lacquered bookcase and overstuffed leather furniture.

The look worked for him.

There were hundreds of books filling each shelf; history, art and fictions was mingled together with various tattoo paraphernalia. There were pictures hanging on the wall and not just framed images of his and other artists work. There were heaps of family pictures. I recognized his sister, Pam and I assumed the older couple were his parents.

"Okay, little girl," his soft raspy voice snapped me out of my snooping. "You ready to lie down so I can finally get my hands on your beautiful skin?"

Eric made no secret about wanting to be the first to mark her. When Sookie decided to get this done, Eric was the only man she wanted to do this. The only man she trusted to do this.

This week marked the one year anniversary of her Gran's death and it was Sookie's turn to get the vined image of jasmine blossoms tattooed from her waist to shoulder blade. Hadley and Sookie decided to that they both would do this in honor of their Gran and their family bond.

Gran had adored the smell of night blooming jasmine and both girls thought it a fitting tribute to the woman who raised them so well when the heartbreak of losing both of her own children should have crushed her.

Sookie was five when she and her brother Jason went to live with Gran. Their parents both died in flash flood, leaving the Stackhouse siblings orphans.

Six years later, Hadley's mom, Linda had passed away from breast cancer when Hadley was only thirteen. With her father out of the picture, Hadley moved into Gran's house and they made their own family. The four of them had always been close and became fiercely protective of each other as a result.

Sookie's tattoo would be an intricate weave of eight flowers. Each blossom would represent a person in Sookie's life, each a different color and unique to its tribute. One for Gran, Hadley, Jason and Hunter. Once for each of her parents and one for Aunt Linda. The final blossom would be for her.

"I'm ready," Sookie hopped up on the padded chair, facing Eric. "Besides, if I did wuss out, it would take forever to get back on your books, Mr World Famous Artist."

Eric was one of the best and most sought after tattoo artists in the country. His work was in high demand and it wasn't unheard of for him to be booked out months in advance all year round.

"I'd have cleared my schedule for you," he told her, his heavy lidded gaze steady. Sookie swallowed at the hungry look darkening Eric's features. He reached a long arm towards her and Sookie gasped, wanting to feel his hands on her body. He flipped the release on my chair until it was lying flat.

"G-Good to know," she stuttered, crossing her arm to hide the hard outline of her nipples. "Should I take my shirt off?"

His answering smile was positively wicked.

"Yes, please."

Sookie slid off the chair slowly, anything to prolong the act of undressing in front of him. She looked around for something to distract her.

Eric had set everything up. Ever neat and professional, all his equipment was laid out neatly and ready to go. Colored ink bottled lined the back of his work table, each splash of color would be immortalized on her body.

Forever.

All she had to do know was take her top off.

"Quit stalling, Stackhouse," Eric prodded. He held his hands palm out and wiggled his long fingers over my chest. "Let me get a good look at my canvas."

Sookie's nerves fell away at Eric's teasing. "Does that line ever work?"

Eric just wiggled his eyebrows at her and sat down on his stool next to the tattooing chair. "You tell me."

Sookie blushed before turning her back to him. Christ on the cross, she didn't know why she was being so ridiculous. This was Eric, her hot man friend that she was used to clowning around with.

Yes, but not when you're half dressed.

How many times has she thought of getting naked with him. Now, that part of her fantasy was becoming a reality and all she could do was blush and stammer like an insipid little school girl. No, she thought as she pulled her top off, she would act like a grown up and not let their close proximity rattle her.

"I'm sure you don't have any trouble getting women to show you their ta tas," she gave him a look over her shoulder, but he was busy putting his stencil together.

"I don't." he answered with his back towards her. "But it's never the one I want." He looked up finally and speared her with a look Sookie had no problem interpreting. She was impressed that his eyes never strayed from her face, when her full, lace covered breasts were currently on show.

Sookie quickly unhooked her bra when Eric turned back to his preparations. She covered her braless breasts with her top and took a deep breath.

"All done."

Eric was all business when he spun around on his stool He snapped on a pair of black latex gloves and gestured for me to hop back on the table so he could begin the stencil.

"Is it going on the same side as Hadley?" he asked scooting in real close to disinfect the area before beginning to smooth on the stencil.

"Yep," she fought back a gasp but couldn't help her shiver when his gloved hand touched her skin, admiring her like a painter would a blank canvas. The feel of his fingers smoothing over ribs was highly erotic. He was intimate and almost worshipful with his touch.

"I usually hate doing the same thing twice, but there is something really beautiful about your piece," he murmured as he worked. "Can I move this to get the stencil on?" he tugged at her top.

"Okay," she whispered.

Sookie made sure to keep the girls covered as Eric pulled the fabric away from her chest. His eyes flicked down to where her hands tried to cover her breasts, but they were insufficient coverings. Sookie watched as his eyes dilate and his nostrils flare like a predator scenting his prey.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, neither of them breathed as the felt the heat of their attraction simmer between them.

Sookie fought the urge to drop her hands and reach for Eric's head. Bringing his warm lips to caress and nip at her arching breasts. He was right there, at just the right height to bury his face in between her breasts. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs and a deep flush swept through her body. Her nipples drew tight at the thought of his mouth on her flesh, licking, sucking, and biting her nipples.

Driving her out of her mind with want.

But Eric was not available to her.

He's not for you, girl.

Eric cleared his throat and effectively broke the spell between them. He was quiet and precise as he finished with the stencil over her shoulder blade. Once everything was in place, Sookie snuck another look at him under her lashes.

He was back in professional mode as he checked over his handy work, tilting his head from once side to the other. "Looks good. Go take a look."

Sookie walked over to the wall mirror across the room. The outline was gorgeous and perfectly places, curling around the curve of her right hip, climbing over her ribs in a delicate flourish of eight artistically placed blossoms ending on her right shoulder blade.

"What do you think," his whispered breathe stirred the hair on her nape. Sookie spun around and was face to chest with her tormentor. She didn't even hear him move.

"It's beautiful, Eric."

He blew out a relived breath and smiled brilliantly at her. He reached over her head in a storage cubby and removed a plastic table cover and a pillow.

"Let's do this," he said, handing her the pillow and patting the padded tattoo chair invitingly.

For a split second, she thought about leaving. Grabbing her stuff and rushing out the door, away from temptation and reschedule for when she could bring Hadley or Jason or anyone as a buffer between them. Sookie looked back to the mirror and studied the graceful lines of her tattoo, and was reminded of why she was here.

This was for Gran. A tribute to the woman who took three scared kinds and lovingly cared for them when their whole world was splitting apart.

Sookie could handle a few hours resisting the urges pulling her towards Eric, resist the need to molest the man giving her the most beautiful piece of artwork she could never have imagined. Plus, the odds were pretty high that she'd forget about jumping Eric's bones once the pain set in.

Sookie nodded at Eric and stretched out on her left side, her back facing him and arranged her top to cover her breasts.

"Let's do this."


AN: What did we all think? Most of this fic is already written, so if you guys like it, let me know and I'll throw it into my updating scheduled.