Fairy Dusted

A fic by: Jenna (Angel's Blue Eyed Girl)

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, unfortunately.

Dedication: To Carly. I hope this does justice to the thought you had in your head hon when you prompted me to write this… Love ya, sweetie.

A/N: Wow, you guys, I have like 40+ reviews for this fic! I'm honored and thrilled you like the fic so much. Thank you all so much. I know it takes a minute to leave a comment and half the time you're eager to go and read more, but (let me tell you) giving the author a boost or telling them what you think is really inspiring to the muse. I really want to say thank you to all of you who did take the time to leave feedback and if you've alerted me or faved me thank you too. It really means a lot. :) :) :)

Okay now enough of me…on with the show, right?

xoxo

Jenna

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Okay, part 2 begins right where we last left our fave couple:

She wanted him. Whether it was right or wrong, she wanted the 'Northman' experience and Sookie had never been afraid of going after what she wanted, she wasn't about to start now because the man she wanted also had the habit of pissing her off more than any other person she'd ever met!

She took a deep breath and jumped. Her dark eyes never left Eric's deep blue ones as she gripped the hem of her T-shirt in her hands and drew it over her head…

**Part Two**

Once Sookie had made the decision to strip, Eric was all too happy to help. Low, sexy growls rumbled in his throat as he assisted in getting her naked. Quick as a flash, his hands were everywhere, undoing and unbuttoning before she even had a chance to decide whether she actually wanted to remove that particular item.

He went for her bra and Sookie grabbed one of his hands. "Wait!" she gasped.

This was going so fast. She was aware she'd fired the first salvo by taking her top off, but, oh boy, she was getting cold feet. What if this was a mistake? Just then her bra slipped, exposing top tops her breasts and she realized he'd unclipped it. How the heck had he done that with only one hand? Then again, he was over a thousand years old. She didn't even want to try and guess how many women he'd undressed in all that time!

He slid the straps down her arms, his blue eyes openly ogling her as her breasts became completely available to his hungry gaze. His fangs clicked into place and if that dental erection hadn't let Sookie know how excited he was, the rigid length of his cock pulsing against her belly certainly gave her all the proof she needed.

"Perfect," he all but hummed; licking his lips and Sookie felt an answering throb between her thighs. Oh Lord, she was scared this was going to end badly for her, but she wanted him and Gran hadn't raised no coward!

He cupped her face, "så vacker," he whispered and leaned down to kiss her.

"Huh…?" she murmured against his lips.

"So beautiful," he clarified, taking her lips in a dominant kiss that rocked her world, had her toes curling into the soft sand under her feet and pretty much made up her mind for her.

Sookie let her body melt against his and that was all the encouragement Eric needed. His tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with hers, mating with it and possessing her mouth in a way she'd never experienced before. Like the Viking he was, Eric plundered and conquered her lips with his own, making her head spin wildly as she careened out of control into the mind-numbing, drugging deliciousness of his oh-so-experienced kiss. Finally, she broke free, gasping for breath, gripping his muscled biceps to keep from melting at his feet in a gooey pile of Sookie mush. She lifted trembling fingers to her lips, staring up into his handsome face with something akin to awe. No wonder all those fang-bangers lined up around the block for just a taste of the Viking. She'd always thought Bill was the most amazing kisser, but now, it was more than clear that he had nothing on Eric Northman. Good Lord! The man made kissing an art form!

"Wow!" she said before she could stop herself.

A cocky smirk formed on that talented mouth, curling one corner of his lips upwards. "Mmmm," he growled, "I would have to agree."

Now that was a look Sookie was familiar with. Very Eric-like and she almost wanted to smack the smile right off his face, but then again, she figured he had a right to be arrogant, the man had literally nearly caused her to swoon with a simple kiss.

But quick as the arrogant smirk appeared, it was gone and the gleeful, naughty-boy-playing-hooky smile reappeared. He grabbed her hand. "Come," he said, dragging her deeper into the water, "let's play!"

Maybe it was the twinkle in his eyes; a seductive blend of devil and angelic innocence or maybe it was the way the moonlight highlighted his pale, muscular body, giving him an ethereal beauty or maybe it was simply her being ready to move on, whatever the case…just-like-that, Sookie was thoroughly enchanted all over again.

"Eric!" she squealed, a bubble of laughter bursting from her lips as he picked her up in his arms and spun her around and around telling her how beautiful the night was with her to enjoy it with.

Her head was spinning as he let her slide slowly down her body. Sookie's breath caught and held as she felt every inch of his desire pressing against her. He set her back on her feet and there was a long, sexually charged instant where their eyes met and held. Sookie raised her face for a kiss and before she knew what he was about, he playfully splashed her in the face with a handful of water.

"What the…?" she sputtered, totally unprepared for his lighthearted attack. He quickly back pedaled away from her, laughing with a gleeful mischievousness she'd never heard from him before. She wiped water out of her eyes, staring at him in shock.

"Oh! You're so gonna pay for that," she told him, her own laughter making her words sound not quite as threatening as she'd intended.

He backstroked away from her, but his white teeth flashed in the moonlight and Sookie knew he was grinning from ear to ear, quite proud of himself for catching her unawares. "Come and get me then," he called out.

"Oh, you say that now…Just wait 'till I get my hands on you…"

He stood, chuckled again and sent a wave of water her way with a single sweep of his arm. "Do not threaten me with a good time, sweet Sookie."

Another peel of laughter burst forth as she got into the game he'd started and splashed him back while slowly advancing on his position. Eric dived under the water and Sookie screamed as he grabbed her ankle and pulled her under. She came up coughing. He laughed and bent down to steal a kiss before splashing her again and quickly retreating to a safe distance away from her. They played for some time with Sookie usually ending up on the losing end because of his vampire strength. When he sped halfway across the lake underwater before resurfacing, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a mock glare. "Well, now you're just cheatin'," she told him with a pout. "Usin' your vamp speed isn't fair, ya know?"

He flashed a broad smile and sped back over to her. He stood to his full height and turned his back on her. "Is this better? Or should I simply dunk myself? Would that please you?" he asked giving her a teasing little smirk over his shoulder.

She rolled her eyes at that, but she wasn't above taking advantage either. "Go ahead, talk all the trash you want, just wait till it's you with a mouthful of water," she told him, jumping him from behind and wrapping her legs around his waist. She pushed down on his broad shoulders and Eric went down. She chortled as she held him under the water, but as the seconds ticked by and he didn't try and resurface, Sookie started to get worried. What if she'd drowned him accidentally? It took all of a second for her to start to panic before it dawned on her he didn't need to breathe. She yanked him back up, rolling her eyes again when he simply grinned and spit a mouthful of water at her.

His eyes roamed her body heatedly as he said, "I do not mind a mouthful of water if the reward is having you wrapping your body around mine like that." He raised a brow. "Shall we do it again?" He held his arms out wide. "I would prefer you climb up me in this position," he told her, flirting outrageously.

Sookie simply shook her head. Sweet Jesus Shepherd of Judea, he was simply far too tempting… and up until that instant she had been totally unmindful of their state of undress. But now, the blue fire in his eyes reminded her instantly that she was dressed in nothing more than her panties while frolicking in the water with a very naked and, if the thing peeking out of the water at his waist was, what she thought it was, a very aroused Eric Northman.

Their eyes collided and Sookie couldn't fight her attraction to him anymore. She'd tried—she really had and had actually succeeded for a very long time, despite those damned sex dreams, but no more. She wanted him and she was going to have him.

Something in her expression must have told him of her intentions because when she took several steps forward, getting right up into his personal space, he froze, staring at her hungrily.

"Are we still playing our game?" he questioned huskily, his voice rough with rising lust.

Sookie shook her head. "How 'bout we do somethin' else now?" she said, boldly laying her hand on his chest and leaning in until the tips of her nipples brushed his upper belly. His eyes widened a bit at her forwardness and Sookie smiled. It was actually liberating to, for once, be the aggressor in their game of cat and mouse. She let her fingers slide down the rippling muscles of his chest and belly until they were dangerously close to his 'gracious plenty'.

Her eyes flashed with a dark fire and Eric was enthralled. He leaned into her touch like a big jungle cat, hungry for the petting she was giving. "I think I'm ready for somethin' a little more hands on than playin' tag," she all but purred, letting her eyes wander over his perfect physique. "Aren't you?"

He didn't answer since it didn't take Eric more than a heartbeat to get over his initial shock. His natural, innate sexuality kicked in and combined with his voracious desire for her, it took him even less time to have her crushed to his hard body. In the next instant his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her as if his very un-life depended on keeping their mouths connected. There was nothing simple about this kiss, it was all consuming and Sookie closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave into the wondrous sensations sweeping through her body.

His hands splayed across her back, running his nimble fingers up and down her spine to cup her ass and bring her even closer to his hard body. "Need you…" he moaned against her mouth. His hands slid around her hips and he gripped the edge of her plain-jane white panties. "These need to come…off," he panted and with nothing more than a flick of his wrist he tore them off her.

Sookie gasped, but that deep inner core of her sensual nature reveled in his lack of patience. He pulled her up his body and Sookie instinctively wrapped her thighs around his hips. The hard length of his penis rubbed against her center, causing delicious ripples of hot, wanton lust to shiver through her veins leaving goose-bumps in its wake.

"Eric, yes, oh sweet God, yes!" she moaned as he lowered his head and swirled his tongue around the turgid peak of her nipple. At the same time his fingers found her core and his thumb swirled around the distended nub of her clitoris. Sookie's head fell back and a low moan escaped her lips. Lord the man had magic hands as well as a magic tongue. She imagined him using both on her down there and how good he probably was at it too. Liquid heat raced through her body and she tucked that thought away for later, giving herself a mental reminder to allow him to show her if he was gifted in that area as she imagined.

"Can't wait…" he panted, flicking her other nipple with his tongue while thrusting against her, his cock hard, aching to possess her.

Sookie dug her fingers into his hair and pulled his head up so that she could look into his eyes. "Then don't," she answered, just as breathlessly.

His hands tightened on her hips and the head of his cock brushed against her labia. Sookie gave another soft gasp and her eyes snapped closed.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Now that sounded like an Eric thing to say. Even without his memories, he was a dominant male when it came to sex. Sookie's eyes fluttered open to meet the intense blue of his Nordic gaze.

His fangs were long and sharp, once again giving proof to his excitement. The tip of his cock slid between her folds to find her entrance. "I want to watch you as I make you mine," he told her, nipping at her bottom lip and drawing just the tiniest drop of blood.

He swept down to capture that drop, his loud moan at her taste only served to make her even more excited and she could only nod because coherent thought, much less speech was damned near impossible at that point. He surged forward and Sookie could only throw back her head in ecstasy, crying out in surprised wonder as he filled her completely. He was huge, stretching her to the brink, but his hands and mouth…oh sweet Jesus, the things he did with his hands and mouth as he waited for her to get accustomed to his size… It was amazing. Sinful was too tame a term. Decadent was closer…oh hell! The man was lethal and that was that!

Sookie whimpered, holding onto him for dear life as he pulled out a bit and pushed forward again. It was heavenly. Better than anything she'd ever experienced.

"Eric…" she whined, "please…faster…"

And then he started to move inside her, his rhythm slow and steady and it was sheer ecstasy. Every sure stroke of his long, thick cock inside her brought her closer and closer to the brink. His lips moved down her neck, nibbling and sucking, she'd have marks there tomorrow, but Sookie simply didn't care. The 'Northman Experience' was well worth whatever censure she would have to endure later.

He thrust in and out of her, his hips driving wildly, making Sookie whimper and cry at how wonderful he felt inside her. The water lapping at their bodies only added to the eroticism of the experience as his hands and tongue paid homage to her neck and nipples, biting and licking, pinching and soothing with gentle caresses until Sookie couldn't take it anymore. She gripped his face and brought it back to her neck. She needed to have all of him buried inside her!

"Bite me!" she practically demanded and Eric was not one to argue such an order. His cock plunged in and out of her willing body as his fangs sank home, breaking her flesh with utmost precision. This was no newbie drunk on his first woman; no Sookie could feel the difference. Eric's bite was strong, yet sure and sensual just like his lovemaking was. The intense pleasure of it easily overwhelmed the initial pain and it wasn't more than an instant before she was teetering on the edge as lightning bolts of electric pleasure sizzled through her veins. Her inner muscles clamped down on him and Sookie screamed his name in blissful relief as he catapulted her to the moon and back, giving her the most intensely erotic orgasm of her life.

Eric groaned as her blood changed with her orgasm. She was already spring and sunshine in a pretty blond package, but when she came…it was beyond bliss. He purred, his whole body vibrating with pleasure as he sipped her down. He raised his head and Sookie saw the same drugged look on his face as when he'd drained Claudine, yet she felt no fear, only lusty desire because she instinctively knew she could trust him. He licked her essence off his lips. "You taste magnificent. Like the sweetest ambrosia," he groaned and lowered his head again, biting down and once again showing her just how good a bite from a thousand year old vampire could be.

"Oh God!" Sookie panted, clutching at him like he was the last life jacket on a sinking ship. It was almost too good. He was so big and strong, his fangs and cock buried deeply inside her body. God, she could become addicted to this feeling. He hit a spot inside her that made her eyes bulge and her body immediately shuddered.

"Oh sweet Jesus! What was that?" she gasped.

He angled his hips and hit that sweet place again and again, the head of his cock butted against something in her belly that could only be described as insanely good. In a matter of seconds, the tension built again, Sookie's nails raked his back, clinging to him as she headed pell-mell towards the point of no return again.

Eric's thrusts became frantic and it was obvious he was near his completion. "Sookie…sweet lover," he panted against her neck as he sought his release.

"Eric-Eric-Eric!" she chanted, moving with him, head thrown back and whimpering his name like a prayer as her body coiled tighter and tighter. His hand moved between their driving bodies and he hit that spot inside her dead on at the same instant that his fingers found her clit again.

It was like holding a ride to a lightning bolt. The damn burst and her body exploded. "Oh sweet—unngghh…God!" Sookie cried in a toe curling climax that had her shouting Eric's name to the heavens and scratching at his back like a cat in heat as she came harder than she could ever remember in her life. In the throes of her intense feelings and pleasure, she buried her face in his neck and bit him…hard—hard enough to draw blood!

Eric snarled in agonized bliss, shouting her name as his body went rigid, shudders wracked him and Sookie bit him even harder. She was making primitive little sounds in the back of her throat, practically growling like a vamp herself as she willingly drank his essence down, only this time the taste of Eric's blood didn't turn her off. Oh no. Maybe it was the sex or maybe it was because her feelings for him were finally being explored, but whatever the reasoning, this time drinking his blood sent her soaring higher than she'd ever imagined possible. Her body felt light as a feather. It was like sky-diving without a parachute; flying and free falling simultaneously and so damned good she thought she might die from sheer euphoria. It was such a raw, sexual connection that Eric was roaring his release in a matter of seconds and Sookie was right there too, riding the wave rapture until it crested on a joyous symphony of shivering release. Sapping her body of strength and leaving her weak as a newborn kitten. She'd never felt so high or so exhausted.

They stared into each others' eyes, panting and out of breath, which was funny since one of them didn't actually need to breathe. Words were unnecessary. What had just happened between them transpired speech. It was magical and Eric may only be her second lover, but instinctually she knew she'd never experience anything even close to that again, unless it was with her Viking.

He clutched her to his chest and buried his face in her neck. "Thank you..." he whispered.

Sookie leaned back, a weak, but utterly pleased smile on her face. "For what?" She stroked his cheek. "I think I should be thanking you."

"No." He shook his head. "I don't know how, but I know I've never felt anything like that in my life and now, thanks to you, I know what it feels like to love…"

Sookie's throat closed and in that second she knew she was in love with him. "Eric…" she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.

It was supposed to be a sweet, gentle kiss, but the passion between them roared back to life and it wasn't until another half hour or so that Sookie and Eric finally made their way out of the water and then it wasn't until later as she lay curled in the arms of her Viking lover that Sookie realized something that had always bugged her about the arrogant Mr. Northman. A slow smile curled her lush lips upward as she sat up on her elbow and stared down at him.

Eric raised a brow at the sassy expression on her face. "Mmm, I'm not sure I want to know why you're looking at me like that," he said, but his smile was relaxed, sated and Sookie's grin only broadened in response.

She ran her thumb along his full bottom lip, inhaling a bit sharply as he sucked the digit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. She pulled her thumb back. It was simply too hard to think, much less talk with him doing that. "Well, I was just thinkin' that now I can honestly say I know what all the fuss about."

He frowned. "Fuss? What fuss are you talking about?"

Sookie went on teasingly, her eyes dancing with mischief and pleasure as she traced circles around his hardened nipple. "Oh, you know…the fuss…like why all those fang-bangers line up for a glimpse of the one and only Eric Northman…"

He sighed. "I do not remember any of this…"

"Oh your mind may not, but your body sure does."

He sat up. "Does this make you angry…that I have been with these other women because-?"

Sookie put a hand over his mouth. "Maybe at first, but…" she paused and then admitted, "not anymore. I'm just gonna consider them practice. Practice for you to make it perfect for us, because that's what that was…" She leaned down and brushed a tender kiss across his lips. "It was perfect."

Eric grinned. "Well, if being with other women pleases you I can—"

"Don't even think of it!" she snapped, slapping his chest, maybe even a bit harder than she intended, but of course, being the huge Viking vamp that he was he didn't even flinch.

Eric pulled her into his arms, rolling over onto his back and taking her with him until she was lying across his naked body. His eyes were clear and crystal blue as he said, "I would not dream of it. There is only one woman I want and you are right here. Why would I want anyone else when the closest thing I've felt to heaven and sunshine lies in my arms right now?"

Sookie swallowed hard. Lord, he should write poetry with lines like that, but what would happen when he got his memory back? Would he still feel the same? Sookie knew she was falling hard and fast and it scared the hell out of her.

"Well…" her throat closed and her words choked off. He was so beautiful. So perfect and she knew without a doubt if he rejected her when or if, he got his memories back—she'd be devastated. It would be worse than Bill's betrayal.

"Sookie, what is it, lover?" he asked quietly, stroking her face. His innocent, loving blue eyes were so earnest it almost broke her heart then and there.

"Nothing," she murmured. He started to protest, but she hushed him with a kiss. She couldn't even begin to think about him getting his memory back and leaving her so she drowned out the nagging thought with his kiss.

As if reading her mind, Eric didn't press the issue, instead he simply kissed her back, letting her know with more than words that he loved her and Sookie allowed herself to be swept up and away in his passion as once again Eric reminded her in vivid detail what all the fuss was about, Eric Northman, bad-ass vampire Sherriff was not only a spectacular lover, but he was also a romantic when he wanted to be…

The End of part two… Next scene: The morning after with Eric waking up in the sunshine…

(Mind you—now he's had Claudine and Sookie's blood—so my scene will be much longer than the shows') ;) Lots of smut, people…

Okay, now click that little blue button and feed musie so she feeds me and together we can make that shower scene (hopefully) as hot (and if not hotter-at least naughtier) than CH did in book four! :) :)