A/N: Ok so I have tweaked this and twirked this, twisted it this way and that way. The only way I can get it to work the way I want it is to alternate POV. At least for this chapter.

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Just a heads up Eric has a lot of anger in him and he drops the 'F' bomb in here more times than I wanted to count. It wasn't me, it was him, I promise…You have been warned.

So back by popular demand… without further ado… yada yada. Here is chapter 2 of bad Sookie.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters I just like to play with them and make them do bad things. He he he.

EPOV

When I woke up, I was almost afraid to open my eyes. I knew she was gone, I heard the door close behind her when she left. Lying there with my eyes closed, I could almost feel her there. Her scent surrounded me, I could taste her on my lips, and I could still feel the smooth texture of her skin on my fingers. I begrudgingly opened my eyes and shoved my ass out of bed to get back to reality.

Knowing that I smelled like straight sex, I nearly skipped the shower. But I took one anyway, shaved and brushed my teeth. When I made my way back into the bedroom I noticed something shiny and silver atop one of the pillows. I took a step closer and discovered that it was a Hershey's Kiss.

What. The. Fuck.

After seeing the little chocolate candy, the onslaught of last night's events actually hit me. Not only did I have sex with a strange woman, but I had unprotected sex with a strange woman. A strange woman that leaves candy on her suitors beds, apparently as some sort of …what…calling card?

Shit!

Admittedly, it was the best fucking sex in the history of my existence, but really. What the hell was I thinking?

"Give it up Northman; you know exactly what the fuck you were thinking." I admitted out loud.

Okay, so yes I knew what I was doing. Hell, I deserved it after the shit I have been through, and it was exactly what the fucking doctor ordered. But, to not use protection was just plain stupid. "Dumbass," I cursed myself and made a mental note to schedule an appointment with my physician in a week.

So is this what women feel like after a one-night stand? I honestly couldn't decide if I hated it or loved it. I knew I was anxious to see if I heard from Sookie… if that's even her real name.

I knew what she was after and I played right on along with her. Why? Because I fucking needed it. Hell yeah I needed it. So I knew as soon as I passed out she would be gone and I would probably never hear from her again. Maybe that would have been best, who knows? Maybe it was being married to the same fucking bitch for eight years that had made me soft, or maybe it was because Sookie gave me the ride of my life. I couldn't help to feel some sort of connection to her. Not just physical, something more. Something that crawled up underneath my skin and left it burning and craving for more. Something that brought out the damned Neanderthal in me, made me want to mark her as mine and mine a-fucking-lone.

That's why, as soon as I knew she was asleep, I slipped my business card into her purse. Maybe she'll call, maybe she won't. At least I know I fucking tried.

Don't get me wrong now; I have had my fair share of pussy. I mean I went to college and I know good and damned well how fucking good I look. Hell, I think my first year in college I spent more time having sex than I did actually studying. I had my fair share of one-night stands too. I had quite the reputation up until my senior year, when I started dating Hadley.

So why, the fuck, do I feel the need to defend myself? Why, the fuck, do I feel the need to prove myself? Because my ex-wife has made me a fucking sissy. I'm broken. That's fucking why.

A little over two months ago my wife sent me an e-mail, yeah a damned e-mail, telling me that she wanted a divorce. I can't say that I didn't expect it, because some part of me did. I was always out of town on business, until about a year ago when I took a new position, but by then it was already too late. We tried, well at least I know I did, but we were different people. She was always so cold and distant. I mean we hadn't had sex in… shit… way too long. Not that I didn't try either, I tried like hell. Nevertheless I remained faithful to her, I can't say for sure that she was faithful, but I know I damn well was. My fucking hand, I am sure, is still pissed off at me for all the abuse.

The actual divorce was not all that bad, it hurt yeah, but no pre-nup made the paperwork pretty simple. She kept the house in New Orleans and got quite a large amount of money. We were fortunate to not have children that would have to be dragged through the messiness and legalities of the divorce.

What did it in for me was, about a week after Hadley and my papers were signed, I went by the house to grab the rest of my things. Now I should've known from the sounds I was hearing that I didn't want to go up to the bedroom, but I did anyway. And sure enough I walked in to find my ex spread eagled with a woman's head between her legs. A fucking woman!

How did that make me feel? Pissed the fuck off is how it made me feel. I left without a word. And I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt my ego, it hurt my fucking ego like hell. I'll be damned if a woman knows how to bring the kind of pleasure I fucking can. I know what I got and I know exactly how to use it. So, yeah, last night was a whole lot about proving that simple fact.

That is exactly what the fuck I did too. I gave Sookie incredible pleasure; I know it and it will only confirm it when she contacts me. I wouldn't be honest if I didn't admit that I was trying to prove this to myself, and last night is exactly what I needed to get me back on track. I haven't lost it. Hadley doesn't know what she will be missing no woman could bring her the pleasure that I could. I am the fucking shit and I know it!

I can't help the sense of satisfaction last night brought me. Not only was I physically sated, but the damage that catching my wife with a woman did was mending as well.

My day passed with not a single mentionable event, thoughts of Sookie crossed my mind at regular intervals. But before I knew it, it was morning again and it was time for me to go to my new home.

I got packed, checked-out, and caught a cab to the airport. I absolutely hated to ride in an airport shuttles. Once I got checked in, I grabbed a coffee, and found my gate. While I waited I gave my sister Pam a call and had her make me an appointment in a week with her physician, she agreed and texted me the confirmation and the details. Then pulled out my laptop to check my e-mails, it never crossed my mind to do so yesterday, and there is one there with an address I don't know.

The header simply says: sstackhouse(at)adeleflorest(dot)net…… subj: Do you like candy?

I click it open and read…..Hell yeah, I still got it!

SPOV

I arrived at the airport, very nearly blissed out, with only two regrets about last night. One, I wished I had left my business card for Eric. I mean I had never done that before, but for the first time ever I wanted to. I found myself wondering what it was about him, other than the most fan-fucking-tastic sex ever. But something more. Two, I did not use protection. I mean I have never done that before, I have always been safe. But for some reason he had me completely undone. That was the last thing on my mind. Stupid, very stupid, Sookie, I silently scolded myself.

Now I couldn't very well go to see my physician at home. News like that spreads like wildfire in my small home town of Bon Temps. Seriously that is exactly why I have to go out of town for my little rendezvous. The entire town knows that I have only slept with 'two' men. They know Alcide and Quinn both. Could tell you where they live, how long we seen each other, how big their cock was, every little miniscule detail about our relationships.

While I waited for my flight, I flipped out my cell and call information. I set up an appointment with a physician in Shreveport a week from today. Shreveport is just far enough out of town so I won't know anyone, but close enough to be convenient. Maxine Fortenberry, the biggest gossip in Bon Temps, works at the only doctor's office in town and there is no way in hell I will go there.

I couldn't force myself to move away either. I still felt at home there, sure small town gossip was a pain in the ass, but I loved the charming little town. Plus it made me feel closer to my Gran who died a little over a year ago. When she died she left me her house and a little bit of money. I used that money to open a little flower shop in Monroe, in memory of her. My Gran loved to garden. So I named the shop after her and we carry all sorts of plants. I have a special section that I have named Adele's secret. That is where I keep the rare and precious jewels; much like my Gran was to me.

When Gran died, I'll admit is when my little escapades began. I felt lonely and empty and broken. Like there was a huge gaping hole on my insides. I had tried dating, that was when I started with Alcide. It numbed it a bit for a few weeks, but the pain was still there. So I started dating Quinn, he was exciting and different, I thought, but the same aching, nagging hole was still there. I mean Gran had always been my safe harbor, my life support. She kept me strong and made me feel loved in a world that reminded me daily that it would do just fine without me. She was the only family I had ever known.

Until one of my trips to pick-up some rare plant seeds out of town. I met a guy named Felipe and we had dinner and I ended up in his bed that night. And for the first time when I woke up alone in my hotel room, the pain had subsided. Yeah, I left him and went back to my room, much like last night.

Funny how I thought that a one-night stand might would have the opposite reaction, but it didn't. So there I was. With a box of plant seeds in my suitcase and a smile on my face, waiting for my flight home. Sure it may have been an empty smile. I mean the hole never goes away, but my promiscuity acts as a sort of pain-killer. And I am admittedly an addict. Don't get me wrong I don't make special trips just to fuck random strangers, but when I need something special for the shop I am on my way, as soon as possible.

An hour lay-over in Minneapolis, and two hours in, the fucking zoo of an airport, Atlanta, with thoughts of last night replaying in my mind at regular intervals. I finally landed in Monroe and headed to my car in long-term parking to make my way back home. Fishing around for my keys in my purse is when I felt it. I slipped the little card out with my index and middle finger to inspect it.

Sure enough he had left his card, and I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face and I very nearly laughed out loud. Northman & Associates LLC is all it said. It didn't say the type of business or even have a number on it, just an e-mail address. I guessed he works from his computer.

I made it to my car and chunk my luggage in the backseat, started the car and began my drive home. Trying my damndest to deny the warm sizzling sensation I felt on the inside, while I flipped the card over and around my finger as I drove.

I made it home, tossed the card down on the kitchen table by my laptop, determined to stop thinking about it, and retrieved my luggage. I worked on getting unpacked, checking the mail, doing a bit of tidying, and found myself glancing at the stupid card on the table every time I walked by it.

After starting a load of laundry, I powered up my laptop and plopped down in the chair in front of it. While I was waiting for my e-mails to load my finger tapped absentmindedly on the little rectangular piece of cardboard, as my eyes dipped back and forth between the two.

"Fuck It!" I said to no one as I snatched up the card, typed out my message, and clicked send before I lost my nerve.

Ding…*MESSAGE SENT*

Oh hell!

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I have started on the next chapter and we'll get to see a bit on interaction, I promise… But I needed to get this little filler in, in order to make it an actual story. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. You guys rock….You certainly know how to make a girl feel good. MUAAW!