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FYI - I updated Chapter 1 :)
Chapter 2
They landed in Bon Temps the next day. Eric had chartered a flight that had to stop once for refueling. He started the trip in a light tight coffin and, because he had timed if correctly, when they stopped for refueling, he was able to join Amelia and Sookie in the main cabin of the plane, Pam joining them not long after.
Sookie had been leashed to the floor of the cabin with an iron leash that was attached to her iron collar. It allowed her mobility to use the restroom but did not reach to allow her off the plane. The iron also kept her from snapping or breaking it with her powers.
Eric found Sookie sitting in a window seat pouting as she looked outside.
"Pleasant trip so far?" he asked.
Sookie ignored him, continuing to look out the window at the darkness around them.
"Ahhh, ignoring me," he said with a chuckle. "It won't work you know," he told her casually as he grabbed a magazine and started reading.
"Amelia?" Sookie asked, turning her gaze to her friend.
"Yeah?" Amelia answered, rubbing her eyes. Her friend's voice had pulled her out of the comfortable doze she found herself in. Pam had reassured her before boarding that nothing was going to happen to her since Sookie was unharmed.
"Toss me a magazine please," Sookie asked.
Amelia found one in the seat in front of her and smiled as she tossed it to Sookie. They were both shocked when Eric caught it instead. He read the cover and tossed it back to Amelia.
"She won't be reading this; she doesn't have permission," he told the brunette.
"I don't need permission," Sookie hissed at him.
"Talking now are we?" Eric asked, arching an eyebrow as he looked at her.
"I do not need your permission to read a magazine Eric," Sookie said indignantly.
"Oh… but you do," Eric said smirking, "my pet."
"Stop calling me that!" Sookie hissed at him. "I am a person, a human being! I am not now, nor will I ever be your pet!"
"You are what I allow you to be Sookie," Eric said, his ice blue eyes narrowing as he looked at her. "And you would do well to remember that."
"This is getting good," Pam said, sitting next to Amelia. "What did I miss?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Sookie and Eric.
"I don't think so Eric Northman! I am not a Vampire! You will not control me!" she challenged, shifting in her seat, her back straightening.
Eric's anger surged then, his hand reaching out to grab her leash in his hand. He jerked her out of the seat and onto the floor quickly as he leaned forward, his nose almost touching hers as he spoke. "Well then perhaps you can explain why I have a hold of your leash…. Pet."
"Damnit!" Sookie cussed, not flinching under his cold arctic stare, "I said not to call me that!" her jaw flexed forward stubbornly. "You decaying piece of flesh!"
"Careful with your words Sookie, or I might have to demonstrate who is in charge," Eric warned, his brow arching dangerously as he yanked the chain the smallest bit.
"I will not acknowledge you Vampire!" Sookie told him defiantly, her head looking at his, her chin lifting in rebellion.
"Oh shit," Pam whispered as her eyes got wide. Amelia's jaw merely hung open in shock at Sookie's blatant stubbornness.
"Maybe we just need to step back for a minute," Amelia said, trying to break the tension in the area.
Pam yanked her back down to her seat, as they continued to watch Eric and Sookie stare at each other.
"Or not," Amelia said as her bottom connected with the seat.
Eric rose from his seat then, his hand curling around the chain connected to Sookie's neck as he unlatched the leash from the floor.
"Come my pet," he said, his eyes not leaving hers. "Walk with me like a good pet so that all may see who your master is," he grinned evilly as Sookie started to rise, he pushed her back down. "Pets walk on all fours beside their masters Sookie, you need to learn this," he said as he made a step away from her.
"Like hell!" Sookie said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm not doin' it!"
"Then I'll drag you," Eric told her simply as he tightened his grip on the leash and dragged her down the hallway. He pulled her to a room towards the back of the plane. Opening the door, he stepped thru it and pulled her in behind him, as Sookie struggled to get away and out of the collar without touching it.
Shutting the door behind her, Eric swiftly pulled her up to his height, his hands on her waist.
"PUT ME DOWN!" Sookie yelled, struggling in his grasp until she felt his hands tighten on her waist.
"SHUT UP!" Eric growled at her, his lips turning into a snarl.
Sookie grew still and silent under his gaze. "I am not going to battle you the entire way home Sookie, and I am not going to debate anything with you right now, but listen to me, and heed my words. You are indeed my pet, and you will learn the rules later as well as your punishment for this little stunt after we are in our home. Until then, I would advise you to tread very lightly with me," he warned her. "This is the only warning you are going to get on this. Take it or ignore it at your risk, but I am very very hungry right now."
Eric dropped her to the floor softly and walked out, shutting the door behind him, leaving her in darkness. He walked to the kitchen area and grabbed an already prepared tray of food, and returned to the room. Shoving the tray at Sookie he spoke. "Here, eat. You'll need your strength for later, and I'll need you fed so you can feed me."
Sookie took the tray silently and sat on the floor. Eric switched on the light and stood looking at her for a moment before turning. His hand was on the door when he heard her. "Wait," she said.
Eric turned, arching his eyebrow, expecting a fight.
"I can't eat any citrus," Sookie said. "I can't even touch it," she said, pointing at the orange on her tray.
"I know about lemons, but you ate citrus before," Eric said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her.
With a sigh, Sookie stood up and raised her shirt, exposing part of her side to him and a scar. "Amelia spilled orange juice one day at the house. It burned when it hit me," she said.
Eric leaned close, investigating the odd looking scar. He sensed no deception from Sookie thru the bond and the scar reminded him of a grease stain he'd seen once. With a nod, he said, "Alright, no citrus." he grabbed the orange off her tray. "Anything else I need to know?"
"No mayonnaise," she said. "It has trace amounts of lemon juice," she told him, looking down.
Eric grunted his answer and left the room.
Sookie spent the remainder of the trip on the floor, separated from the group. When they landed, Eric walked to the room to retrieve her, expecting to find an angry Sookie. Instead, he found her asleep on the floor.
Behind him he heard Pam speak. "Oh God, Eric, tell me you didn't kill her?"
"She sleeps," he answered quietly.
Walking through the door, he bent to gently pick her up. He breathed deeply as her scent wafted around him. "Fucking Fairy," he mumbled under his breath as he carried her to the car, never realizing he was purring as he did it.
"See to the baggage," he told Pam as he walked to the driver's side of his Corvette.
"Eric…. Try to go easy on her," Pam said hesitantly.
"I have much to discuss with my pet. Do not disturb us tonight unless it is important," he said, before shutting his door.
Making his way home, he carried the still sleeping Sookie to his day chamber and laid her down on the bed. He took the leash off of her but left the iron collar still in place. It contained a tracking device in case she managed to escape again, although Eric didn't think it was possible now. He'd changed all the codes and had figured out how she'd done it when he realized Bobby had come to his chamber to drop the package off.
He made a quick scan of the kitchen and refrigerator and removed all citrus products. Standing in the doorway, he stared at his fairy. He resisted the urge to smile about her disappearance. If he were to admit the truth, he admired her spirit. It was part of what drew his attention to her when she'd first walked into Fangtasia with Bill Compton.
When he'd woken from his daytime sleep to find Sookie gone and her ankle restraint snapped in half, he'd roared in anger, only to walk towards the door and laugh. He saw the box laying on the floor, Bobby had left it, and he knew then how she'd gotten out of the chamber. He'd been proud of her resourcefulness, her determination to not be owned. Sadly, her determination was the very reason he was just as determined to own her.
Eric looked forward to bending her to his will. He wanted to see her craving his touch, her desire to serve only him. The need to possess her almost burned itself in his soul. He stroked himself through his jeans as he looked down at her laying in the bed. Her soft skin, it was like cashmere when he touched her. Her blood was sweet, and as he stepped closer to her, he could smell it through her skin. The pulse point in her neck calling out to him like a love song that his lover was singing just for him.
He listened to her hearbeat, watching her perfect breasts rise gently. Her nipples were hardening under his stare, calling out to him, begging to be touched. Eric resisted the urge. He knew if touched her she would wake and she would be angry; she resisted him at every turn. But Eric knew through the bond that she wanted him. He knew exactly how badly she craved him.
"Eric," she whispered softly, turning her head to the side, her mouth slightly open in her sleep.
Eric was beside the bed in a blink, staring down at her in fascination. He undid the buttons on the flannel shirt she was wearing, slowly. Taking his time, he was nothing if not patient. Spreading her shirt to the sides, he gazed down at her skin and lacey bra. The pink of her nipples evident through the mesh. He grinned when he saw the clasp between her breasts; he barely resisted chuckling. Sliding his finger underneath the clasp, he felt it give. It was a moment later that he had her breasts naked to his view. He stared at her, admiring the perfection, the perfect peaks crying out for his attention.
He listened to her heartbeat again, finding the same slow pace as he bent down towards her, wrapping his tongue around one nipple, sucking gently. Releasing the peak from his mouth, he moved to the other, feeling Sookie move underneath him. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, feeding them to him in her sleep.
He smelled her arousal then, the heat rising from between her legs; it was hypnotizing. He continued to move back and forth between her breasts, finally taking them both into his hands. Squeezing gently at he palmed them, pressing soft kisses to her chest, as his nimble fingers teased her nipples.
"Eric," Sookie moaned in her sleep, her hands grabbing the sheets under her as she started moving slowly under him. She opened her legs for him in sleep in a way she would never do awake. Ever the opportunist, Eric slid between them, careful to keep his weight off her as long as possible. "Eric, love me!" she mumbled in her sleep, her hands moving to his hair.
Eric's own hands were busy, one holding a perfect breast, the other moving down, ripping her sweatpants slowly down the middle. He found her panties soaked and open to his gaze. He slid his finger under them, and into her easily as he started to slowly work her, moving past the telltale barrier. 'I knew Compton didn't have her' he thought with great satisfaction.
Her tunnel was very hot and very tight, even with just his one finger moving in and out of her. Eric felt himself stiffen even more in his jeans. Moving his finger out of her, he moved it up her slit to find her swollen pearl waiting, begging for attention.
With a feral gleam in his blue eyes, and a knowing smirk on his lips, Eric began kissing his way down her sleeping, relaxed body. 'This is almost too easy,' he thought to himself as he slowly began teasing her with his tongue. The honey of her body was almost as sweet as her blood. Eric was purring with delight as he continued his assault on her pleasure center. He heard her heart beat increase, her moans get louder signaling her release. It was when he sucked her in between his teeth, her back arching, that he heard her.
"GOD DAMNIT!" she cried out as her juices surged out of her and onto his waiting tongue. "You are such an asshole!" she moaned, hiding her face in the pillow as she tried to get her body under control.
"That isn't what your body said!" he taunted in reply, arching an eyebrow at her from between her legs.
Sookie screamed in frustration at him. "That is more the sound I was going for," he replied.
"Get away from me, you egotistical asshat!" she replied.
"No," Eric said easily, resting his head on one of her legs. "I like it here."
Sookie sat up, only to be pushed down again by one of his large hands. "I don't want to be here," she replied, looking at the ceiling.
"I thought we covered this lover; it is not about what you want," he said in reply.
"You are an asshole. All I want is to get away from you!" she cried.
"And yet…. Here you are, in my bed…. With me… as my lover," he replied smiling at her patiently.
"I. AM. NOT. YOUR. LOVER." She replied.
"Then what would you call what just happened?" He asked. "I can't call it fucking, although I am happy to demonstrate that for you if you like, just to alleviate confusion," Eric solicited politely.
"I will never have sex with you Eric, unless of course, you rape me!" Sookie said, still staring at the ceiling.
Eric growled then, "I have never raped a woman! All of my women have been willing," he said darkly. "Some have even begged," he said, his hand reaching up to palm her breast.
Sookie quickly smacked his hand away. "Don't touch me!" she said, rolling away from him and grabbing a blanket to cover herself with.
"You know you want more," Eric said from behind her, as he pressed himself into her back. "Your body wants me to fuck you," he whispered. "I've already tasted you Sookie; let me show you the rest!" his tongue traced the outline of her ear then.
"I said no!" Sookie replied, shivering with lust and want. She rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom quickly.
Eric laughed then, the sound carrying to the bathroom while Sookie tended to her human needs and cleaned herself up a bit. She found a t-shirt on the back of the door and, after stripping down, she pulled it on to cover herself up with.
She opened the door and found the bed empty. With a sigh she stepped out into the living room. Eric's daychamber was and underground apartment, 2 bedrooms, a full luxury bathroom, a full kitchen, living room, office and laundry room.
She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of ice tea. "I've removed all citrus products," he said from behind her. Sookie jumped then, almost dropping her glass.
"Stop sneaking up on me!" she demanded.
"Sit in the living room," Eric told her firmly. "We will discuss the rules…. NOW!" he said walking away.
Sookie followed him out of the kitchen and into the living room. Eric sat in a chair facing the sofa, where he indicated her to sit.
"I am not staying here Eric!" Sookie said forcefully.
AN: It was a crazy weekend! So you get a short chapter... as we progress my goal is for longer chapters. I am having a challenge with this story, but in a good way :) Not writers block or anything ... just trying to make sure I take Eric where I want him to go... other than my bed I mean (hee hee did I just type that?)
ANYWAY, ya'll hope you enjoyed it... reviews/ideas/criticisim always welcome, but if you don't like the story don't read it, I have on use for "Eric is too dark, you need to make him nice"... don't waste your time or mine. Smooches :) :)
