Life Goes On by PersianFreak
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Charlaine Harris. Please don't sue.
Rating: M
A/N: My first ever fanfic, featuring my first ever ESN. Enjoy! This chapter is really short, and I apologize for that, but I just really couldn't help cutting it off there. Don't hurt me!! Reviews=love :D
Chapter 2
He carried her to her bed, where he set her down on the edge and stepped back to undress. Sookie stared at him, mesmerized by his movements as he pulled his black polo shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, his eyes never leaving her gaze. She reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans, letting the heavy material slide down to his feet, and tried not to ogle him too obviously (Not your first time, Sookie!) as she pulled down his black boxer-briefs. Her libido was doing a tap dance in her own shorts, and Eric seemed to feel it through the bond because he swiftly divested her of it. Her tank top was quick to follow, joining the pile of forgotten clothes on the bedroom floor.
"My lover," Eric murmured as he slid Sookie under the covers. Her only response to him was a small moan as she dragged him down with her and pressed her lips to his, her hands exploring his body just as his were memorizing hers. His fingers teased her nipples, and when she responded with another moan, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, suckling and nibbling, then moving on to the other breast. Sookie clutched at the sheets desperately and arched her back. This was too much. Too much.
"Oh god, Eric!" she cried out as his fingers slid down to her core.
"Yes?" His voice was the picture of innocence, and she could almost see the angelical smile on his face.
"Please... Eric..." His fingers continued to tease her, never quite making contact: just driving her insane with want.
"I can't tell what you want unless you tell me, lover." Oh, that bastard! She thrust her hips up to meet his fingers, "Oh, this?" his fingers dipped inside of her, and Sookie moaned in desperation. "Is this what you want from me, lover?" YesyesyesyesyesYESGODERICYES!"Look at me, lover!" Sookie fought with all her might to return her gaze to his, where his eyes sparkled with excitement, and his fangs glistened in the half-dark in a show of his arousal, while the other sign of his arousal was pressed against her leg, setting her on fire. His fingers continued to move in a delicious way inside of her, pushing her closer and closer to that golden edge. Sookie whimpered, and immediately chastised herself for it. Stoppit! You sound ridiculous!
"Let me hear you. I want to hear that you like it." Eric's voice was practically dripping with sex, "I want to hear you scream my name, lover." Oh God. She let out a moan that she would not have been able to silence had she wanted to. She was close. So close. She could hear the wet noise of Eric's fingers inside of her, stretching her, teasing her, driving her mad with desire and pleasure. She was so close that it took one small move, a simple twist, to send her over the edge and make fireworks explode in front of her eyes, and to make her scream his name until her lungs gave out. When it was over, she rolled him over (with his assistance, of course) until she was straddling him. Looking him dead in the eye, she leaned forward until her lips were against his ear and she could whisper in a husky voice "My turn".
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Sookie can see Eric.
She can still feel him inside her as they both tumble over the edge, and she can feel his body spasm inside her, but somehow, all of this she feels as if it's a distant memory. While the pleasure explodes in her mind, she is given a new awareness, a sixth sense, almost. It takes her a moment to realize that this new awareness is based in her bond, in their bond, and that not only can she read Eric's mind (which, at the moment, is a jumbled mess of pleasure and pure bliss), she has unlimited access to his heart and soul. Timidly, she reaches out through the bond to explore him, this vampire that has taken over her heart so thoroughly. Eric's being is like a stream of light, beginning at his birth and flowing continuously through time, darkening at his lowest, and sparkling like molten gold at his best. She reaches into the shining gold of his being, sifting through the earlier memories, of victories and kinships, of love and family, until she reaches the dark stretch that has been his existence for at least the past 900 years. Here, she feels Eric's consciousness at her presence, and soon after, the block he tries to create. Sookie, no. She can hear his voice inside her mind, feel its tone in her body. It is almost a plea, and that surprises her, but she needs to see that darkness inside of him. She already knows his hasty block is ineffective against her powers, she can feel it, but she holds back in respect. Eric, please. Her 'voice' is gentle, comforting, and though it further weakens his defences, Eric is not ready to give in yet. Sookie, listen to me, I've lived a long time. I have done things in a thousand years that even I can't condone. I don't want you to see that! Sookie was about to argue, but he interrupted her. I don't want you to think badly of me. Oh Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea. Sookie had wanted 'her' Eric, and here he was. Truth be told, she was shocked. She hadn't believed him until that moment. Honey, don't you think I know all about the horrible things vampires have done? You're not going to surprise me. His resolve has been weakened further. He wants her to know him like he hasn't wanted anyone else to know in centuries, but he finds he fears her reaction. If she recoils from him... Thanks to her, he has gained back some humanity, and though he had loathed her for it in the beginning, he now fears for it. Losing her would mean losing all that he had gained. I'm not going to hurt you, honey. You can trust me. Eric's will crumbles and he is left defenceless, the horrors of his past laid out for her to see. He had been right; he had heard terrible things, seen things she wished she could erase from both of their memories, committed horrendous acts. Oh, Eric. Sookie tightens her arms around him and he buries his face in her hair. She lets the memories flow through her, almost too fast to decipher. She doesn't need details. In her haste, she almost skips right through the most recent memories: the ones that turned Eric's soul bright and beautiful. She sees herself on numerous occasions, through his eyes. As the refreshingly polite Southern belle that first night in Fangtasia, as his saviour that New Year's night, as a scared and fragile human in need of protection in that stairwell in Rhodes with Andre... And gradually, as his love, the one he is bonded to, the one he belongs to, the one he would give everything for.
As abruptly as the connection was created, it is gone, leaving them unsteady and entangled with the other. Tears are streaming down Sookie's face, flowing into her hair and soaking it, until Eric lifts his head and begins kissing them away. They make love again, and lie in the other's arms until they are both forced to accept that dawn is approaching and Eric has to leave. 'Good-bye's are murmured and kisses exchanged, and Sookie falls back asleep with a smiling face and happy heart, dreaming of her Viking.