A/N: Thank you all for your reviews, favourites, and follows; they mean the world to me. Herewith the second part; one more to come after this.

We went to Hotshot to find Jason – Sam and I – via my house, ostensibly so I could change out of my uniform, but also so that I could let Eric know what was happening. He frowned, and insisted on coming with us, much to Sam's irritation – but, I have to say, I was glad of his powerful presence close to me. He didn't deign to involve himself with the were-panthers, but God knows, he can loom threateningly if he needs to, all broad-chested, muscular, six foot five of him, and that does have its uses.

It also has its uses that he has a devious, intelligent mind, and can think of relatively believable stories for a person to go missing – and if necessary glamour the investigating police into believing the story. That really does come in handy, however little I like to admit it.

Still, eventually we got Jason to his house, the bites cleaned and bandaged up, and a good meal inside him; Sam offered to stay with him and keep an eye on him. I was grateful for that; I reckoned that Sam would be in a better place to talk to him about shifting, in case he needed any information or reassurance, than I would be. Eric took my keys from me wordlessly, and drove me back home. I was too tired to do anything but brush my teeth and change into a nightgown. I couldn't help but soften, though, as I came out of the bathroom to see Eric lounging in my bed. He raised his eyebrows as he saw my attire – he was clearly buck-naked, as I could see his clothes folded on my chair – but stretched an arm out to me, and I clambered into bed beside him. "Bringing back any memories?" I asked softly as I snuggled up to him.

"No. Perhaps you should remove your… nightgown," he said, with a frown at it. "That might help."

"Nice try," I said, but I was amused more than anything.

He gave me a quick grin. "Wasn't that the plan? Or are you hoping I'll seduce you all over again?" I sucked in a breath. Oh God, yes please. He propped himself up on one elbow, and looked down at me. "Or did you seduce me?"

"I wouldn't take advantage!" I said indignantly.

He chuckled. "I thought as much. So, I seduced you, then?"

I shrugged. "Pretty much."

"How?"

I blinked. Oh, no. We were so not going to have this conversation. "What do you mean, 'how'?" I demanded. I should really listen to myself when I say I'm not going to have a conversation – I always seem to end up having it, regardless.

"What happened?" At my stubborn silence, he shifted so that he was propped up on both forearms, one either side of me, as he lay on top of me. "Which room, at least," he murmured, lips dropping to my ear. They might as well have been on a completely different part of my anatomy, from the reaction he got out of me.

"Shower," I gasped out.

"In the shower itself?" he asked, nibbling a little my ear.

"Yes." A little shiver ran pleasantly all the way down to my toes.

"Mm… did we decide to share a shower? To conserve hot water, perhaps?" he asked, the barest lilt of laughter in his voice.

Right, because that would be completely normal, wouldn't it, Eric? "Ah, no. You followed me in there."

He chuckled, and I could feel the vibrations going all the way through me. "Did I, now? Why would that be?"

"Because you had a good idea of how I was feeling, I guess," I replied, just a little breathless.

"And how was that, my darling?"

Oh God. It did all sorts of wonderful things to me when he called me that. "Umm…"

His tongue flicked out to caress the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I shivered. "Were you aroused?"

I gulped. "Yes."

His voice seemed to drop about an octave. "Are you now?" God help me, I whimpered. "I'll take that as a yes," he commented, as if he didn't know, moving his hips ever so slightly in a way that made me moan quietly at the feel of him against me. "What had happened to arouse you, lover?"

Hearing him call me 'lover' did some pretty wonderful things to me, as well. "I, ah, I walked in on you changing," I stuttered, flushing. And oh, sweet Lord, his body would arouse a nun, and I am no nun.

"Mm-hmm," he encouraged. "So, in the shower?"

"You… washed me," I gasped, as his tongue did something that should probably have been illegal to my neck, "and massaged my shoulders."

I clearly wasn't the only one aroused. "What then? Did you wash me as well?"

"Yes," I choked out. And, oh... memories of droplets of water on his bare skin... yum.

"Any more to the shower scene?" he asked raggedly.

"Oh, yes." It came out more as a moan of pleasure than a response to his question.

"Tell me." He grinned, and I could see his fangs were out. "Or show me."

Oh, holy… I was supposed to be tired. And all I wanted to do was to jump him. "There was a fair amount of kissing and… touching," I said, a little uncomfortably.

"Touching where?" He rolled slightly to one side, and ran one hand down my front, thumb circling and caressing. "Here?" It slid further down, and skilled fingers teased gently. "Here?"

"Umm… both…" I managed to gasp.

His fingers continued their teasing. "I remember that you like this," he said softly.

"Mm?" I couldn't get more coherent than that right now.

"Jackson," he said briefly. Oh, yes; just before Bubba interrupted us. I closed my eyes and whimpered as he flexed a finger inside me. "Look at me, lover."

I gave a strangled moan, and opened my eyes, staring at him. Then his mouth was on mine, my hands were all over him, and his fingers were doing some unbelievable, incredible things to me. I cried out into his kiss as he curled his fingers suddenly, hitting a spot inside me that sent me flying, hips bucking up to his in need.

Oh, wow.

"Memories?" I gasped.

He shook his head, with a smile. "That wasn't about remembering, Sookie, my darling."

"No?"

"No. That," he said, his voice dark and promising, "was about pleasuring you."