I have to warn you all now, this is where I sort of veer away from the show a bit to do my own thing. So in my fic, Bill never releases Jessica. Also Jessica has not moved in with Hoyt. I also would like to take this time to give a big ups to 4CullensandaBlack for being oh so patient with me and my endless questions since I have not seen season 3. She's been a lifesaver. I would also like to shout out Tryllium for her help as well. Thanks very much ladies.
I open my eyes when I hear the blasted alarm of my cell phone going off. I groan, burying my face deeper into my pillow, as I reach out with one hand to throw the thing across the room but think better. I don't need that added expense in my life right now. I inhale deeply, smiling when his scent invades my nostrils. Eric. I get up surprised that I'm so alert after less than five hours sleep. His blood is in me. Screw Red Bull when you have some of that running through you. I finally dismiss the alarm and am tickled pink when I see a text message from him. It's hours old letting me know that he must have sent it right before retiring for the day.
Lover, how I didn't want to leave you. Eric
I smile like a silly twit, reading the message at least three more times. I get out of bed, throw my robe and head downstairs to put some coffee on. I measure out the coffee and take some stuff out of my fridge to make myself a veggie omelet for breakfast. I'm humming along to the radio, chopping some peppers, when the doorbell rings. I quickly wash my hands, drying them on some old kitchen towel so I can tie the belt of my robe. I make my way to the door, surprised to see Ginger and in normal clothing. Sure, the items are very tight but still they cover more of her than I've ever seen.
"Hiya Sookie. Master Eric asked me to come drop this off for you. I was pleased as sin that he trusted me with this." She's such a skittish thing and that's probably due to the fact that she's been glamoured so much she has the mindset of a toddler.
I remember my manners, "Hey Ginger. Please come in. Can I offer you some coffee?"
She happily steps inside depositing the bag she's carrying on the couch as she sits. I head towards the kitchen to serve her a mug of coffee. I put it on the serving tray along with mine and some milk and sugar. I head back into the living room to see her standing by the mantle, looking at a picture of Gran and I. It had been the night of my senior prom. Tara and I had gone stag because, well, I knew what every single boy wanted out of that night and had no desire to give them that.
Ginger looks a bit melancholy. She perks right up when I set the tray down on the coffee table. "Thanks Sookie." Her eyes trail back to the mantle. "You look real pretty in that picture."
I smile and thank her. "Prom night. Feels so long ago. Ginger, are you okay? You seem a bit sad." I really don't know why I'm asking. It's not like we're friends or are ever going to be friends. I guess I just want to know. Her eyes brighten and it makes me glad I did.
"I'm okay. I just saw that picture and thought of my family. I get homesick every once in a while." She takes a small sip of coffee before continuing. "It's just me now. My auntie who raised me because my momma couldn't hack it died during Katrina. Just looking at that picture reminded me of her. She had so much sass and backbone in her body...well I just miss her."
I offer my condolences which she just brushes off. Who knew we had more than vampires in common? We engage in some small talk as we finish our coffee. She gets up and gestures towards the bag. "He'll probably get mad that I'm telling you this but you've been so nice and sweet to me, I'll just deal with it. He's never been how he is when he's with you. And I've been working at Fangtasia for close to three years. Bye Sookie."
With those parting words, she's off. I barely get the chance to shout my goodbye and thanks. She gives me a quick wave before driving off. I can't help but feel all tingly inside at her words. If she can see something like that about Eric, well, it just makes me feel really, really good about us. I take the tray inside and wash the dishes. I finish preparing my veggies and set about making my omelet. I sit and eat, enjoying my meal.
I steal a quick glance at the clock on the wall, cursing when I see how late it's getting. I am about to haul ass to my shower when I remember the bag Ginger brought. I head back to the living room to grab it before heading upstairs. I remove what feels like mountains of tissue paper. Nestled at the bottom is a box, wrapped in exquisite silver paper with a big red bow on top of it. I carefully take off the bow knowing I'm corny enough to put it away in my drawer with my unmentionables. The paper? Well that doesn't fare as well. I open the box and gasp. Not in delight, oh no, well partially not. More like astonishment. Inside the box is the smallest, laciest, scantily designed pieces of lingerie I have ever seen. I know it's pricy stuff too just by feeling the soft, silky material. How does he expect my quite plentiful bosom to fit, let alone stay, in the flimsy swatches of material?
Under the lingerie is a plain piece of white stock paper with the words, Wear them for me. I bite my lip, glancing at the clock once more before smiling. At least he had the good sense to get me something in a color that won't show under my white t-shirt. I shower quickly, even managing to shave my legs in record time without nicking myself. I hurry myself up, but take my time to apply lotion to my entire body. I know by the time I see Eric the smell would be all but gone, replaced by the smell of beer and food but I like the idea of it. Then again, he's a 1,000 years old and probably has a better sense of smell than most. I stuff the small bottle of cream into my bag with thoughts of reapplying it later on before getting off work just to freshen up.
I carefully slide the thong up my legs, afraid if I just yank it up it will tear. I show the brassiere the same consideration. Okay, I am more than surprised at the support it gives me. I had been slightly worried that I would be spending most of my shift tucking the girls back in. I put on my uniform and curse when I see I don't have enough time to blow dry my hair. I give myself a side part before brushing it into a low ponytail and then secure it into a bun at the base of my neck. I stop what I'm doing when I get a good look at myself in the mirror. My skin is glowing. My eyes are bright. I have had Bill's blood, a great deal of it, and never has my skin looked this glorious. Never has my body felt this...felt this right. I wonder if he can feel my contentment even as he sleeps. I will have to ask him later on. I apply very little makeup, skipping foundation and blush altogether. I settle on a quick swipe of mascara, light eye shadow and a quick pass of gloss. I skip putting on perfume and grab a pair of dangly earrings that go quite well with the bun and even better with the lace underneath my uniform. I slip into my sneakers before grabbing my bag and scurry downstairs.
Later on that night, with about ten minutes left to my shift, I head to the ladies room. I had grabbed my bag on the way and quickly get out my little kit that contains the essentials such as a travel toothbrush and paste, small make up kit and deodorant. I give myself a few minutes to handle all that and apply some more lotion to my arms, neck, and legs. I give myself a quick look in the mirror when I feel him. I had felt him when he had awoken. The feeling sent chills down my spine as his feelings of lust and amusement mixed with mine.
I open the door to the ladies room eager to see him, only to see it's filled by him. "Hello lover." I open my mouth to greet him back when he's pushing me inside the room, locking the door behind us. His mouth is against mine as his hands do wicked things to my body. I try to protest and am hit with some feelings of lust that make my knees shake. I'm backed against the sink as our mouths try to fuse together to become one. His fingers slither up my thighs, under my shorts and underwear. They slide into me, making me cringe at being so aroused in the mere minute we've kissed. Then I hear his zipper as he sits me on the edge of the sink.
I break the kiss. "Eric, you have to be k...ohhh...mmmm..." I lose the ability to speak when he just shoves my shorts and thong to the side to enter me. He picks up one of my legs to give himself a bit more wiggle room and leverage. The sink's shaking under me but I don't care. Hell, I should care. I'm at work for Christ's sake. That sobers me up with him quickly noticing. He changes his angle slightly hitting my sweet spot and I just about forget my name. All I know is him.
He licks the side of my neck, "Scrumptious. How I couldn't wait to see you...yes, lover, to be inside your wetness...mmm...like this...mmmm..." His thrusts start to get a bit rougher. A bit faster and within moments we're both cresting on a huge wave of bliss. I groan out his name. He pulls out and zips up his jeans, not even bothering to clean himself up a bit. I hop off the sink, quite grateful that the sink stayed put and that I can feel my legs.
I slap a hand to his chest when he comes in to kiss me. I glare at him, and I will admit it's a half-assed attempt at best, before speaking. "We cannot do that again. I work here."
Eric shrugs his shoulders, "I work at Fangtasia, yet you had no qualms about sexing me there."
I look at him through the mirror as I attempt to sooth my now flushed skin. I turn on the cold water to douse on my cheeks. "First of all, you own Fangtasia. Second of all, that place is the Mecca of debauchery in Louisiana. Lastly, I work here. This is Sam's place, not mine."
He laughs, truly laughs before pressing a quick kiss to my wet cheek. "Oh Sookie, you do amuse me. Sam has himself so twisted in his own skin over you that he might get pissed but not because you're having sex here. No, he'll be pissy because it's not him sliding inside your wet depths. Perhaps I should offer to buy this place so I can have my way with you without sullying your ideas of propriety."
I have no words because I do believe he might be the slightest bit serious. Instead I turn to him, standing up on my tippy toes to press my lips against his. With a voice so sweet, it might give me cavities, I tell him, "Please don't. We'll just keep the at work sex strictly to your place of business, thank you very much."
He just nods as he opens the door. Imagine my dismay when said owner of my workplace is standing outside the door, poised to knock. I feel my cheeks burning. Sam looks equal parts pissed and uncomfortable. I feel nothing but delight coming from Eric. Big fat help that's going to be. I give Sam a feeble smile, "Hey, I'm on my way out. See you in a couple of days."
I grab Eric's hand, pulling him out the back entrance. I hate that when we pass Lafayette, there's a look of fear in his eyes. I will have to find a way for Eric to...to what exactly? Make nice? Hell, Lafayette got off relatively easy. He came away with his life and got healed by the blood of a thousand year old vampire. I cringe at my thoughts. Am I trying to lessen the blame or my resentment of Eric with these thoughts? Not really because Eric could have just killed him and be done with it. He saved him because of me and back then I was just an interest of his. I have heard through Bill and at Godric's house after he was freed, how vampires usually deal with drainers. I would rather have an unbalanced Lafayette than no Lafayette at all. I don't really care how selfish that makes me. I don't even realize we're standing outside.
He's just looking at me with love in his eyes. "Lover, whatever are you thinking about? I could have had us halfway to your house by now." His hand strokes my cheek.
I shake my head. "Just a bunch of stuff. It's not important. Let's go."
He pulls me towards his car. I am about to protest when he informs me, "Someone will drop it off at your house later. Right now, I just want to get you home, get those clothes off you and bury my dick in you."
I actually gulp. "Um, aren't we supposed to go see Bill?"
Eric laughs, his fangs slightly descended. "Yes lover, which is why I want my scent all over you. In you. It's why I want him to smell your essence all over me. Oh yes, I do."
He waits for my reaction. At first, I get a bit miffed at his caveman thinking. But as I sit, I realize I want the same damn thing. Screw Bill Compton and his agenda and fake love. Why should I be courteous of his feelings when time and time again he's proven he has no feelings except for those of his own self-preservation? I lick my lips at Eric. "Well then, you should get me home as fast as possible."
We peel out of the parking lot. I giggle knowing how capable Eric is of driving at such high speeds. We talk about unimportant things. We laugh and he holds my hand. I stroke his skin. It feels so good to be this comfortable with someone. We're finally at my home. He's by my door in an instant, opening it. He doesn't waste any time. His hands are running along my sides as his mouth finds mine. They take apart my bun. I can't help the moan that escapes from me. I'm about two seconds away from screwing him on my porch swing. I push him away so I can dig my keys out. This is followed by more kissing and groping. We're walking backwards, sideways and at a regular human pace. Finally my front door is opened and I cringe slightly when I notice in his haste, he yanks the screen door off the top hinges.
He pulls away from me to mutter, "I'll fix it. Ever living fuck, I'll buy you another one. Just get fucking naked now."
His voice is so guttural. So animalistic that I feel my wetness start to soak through my shorts. He takes in a deep breath before scooping me up in his arms and dropping me on the couch. He tears the shirt along with my shorts. They land in ribbons by my feet. I shove up his t-shirt to bite his nipples. He hisses before shoving me away to take off his pants and boots. I kick off my sneakers and socks. I go to unhook my bra but his hand stops me.
The heat all but disappears leaving us surrounded in love. Well all the heat didn't just go and evaporate, and it's still wicked potent. His eyes darken. Those sapphire orbs looking how the sea must during a storm.
His eyes rake my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I feel the blush spread along my body. He takes my hand, making me take a slow turn so he can get the entire view. He smirks at me, "Exquisite. I knew the color would suit your soft skin in such a delightful way." His eyes narrow as his fangs descend. "Too bad I'm going to rip it off you now."
I try to protest but the words die in my throat as he spins me around. He cuts through the back of the bra with his fangs. They tease my spine oh so mouth-wateringly. Then they travel lower and lower to rip away the thong. Next thing I know I'm spun around again and bent over the arm on the couch. He spreads my legs and enters me in one thrust. I cry, wait maybe scream, "Eric! God..."
The first orgasm is immediate and brutal. My body feels electrified and numb all at the same time. He grabs my hair to yank me up, whispering, grunting, in my ear, "Don't you quit on me now lover. I'm not done."
With my hair wrapped around his fist, he thrusts into me at a fast pace. His groans and profanity let me know this is going to be quick and rough. His other hand finds my hip, squeezing it before finding my breast. He tweaks my nipple and lets go of my hair to show the other one the same attention. I can feel him shift, using my breasts as leverage to pummel my body. I know I'm close again but I need him to finish with me. I turn my head to look into his eyes, "Bite me."
His eyes close as he groans. His fangs elongate and find my shoulder. I feel him expand and then explode inside me which triggers my own release. I call out his name once more. I collapse forward with his weight on top of me. He runs his hands along my side as he seals my wound. He moves so I can breathe again. He helps me up and turns me to face him. His eyes are so gentle now. It's amazing how he can go through such emotions so easily. His arms are tight around me. I love the feeling of being in them. The kiss ends and I might be a little starry eyed. He presses his lips gently against mine. "We have to get dressed lover. We have to go meet him and Jessica shortly."
That quickly sobers me up. He picks up his jeans and then me. I'm in my room before I can finishing speaking his name. He puts me down in my room. I admit, I would really like to clean up but Eric wants to make a point in true Eric fashion. Loud and clear so not to be missed. I head over to my chest of drawers to find some undergarments. I choose simple cotton ones in a light heather blue. His arms are ever eager to help me put them on. When I feel him nip my thigh, I step away. I chastise him playfully, "If you keep that up, we'll never leave this room."
He mock pouts at me but slips his jeans on sans underwear. I don't even think he had them on. The question pops up before I help it, "Do you ever wear underwear?"
He just smiles at me. "Rarely. Such a hindrance really, especially when I have to get between those thighs of yours. Why add an extra barrier?" I roll my eyes at his logic. "Lover? Those items I so very enjoyed ripping from you luscious body? Well, they have a shop in New Orleans. I opened an account in your name and would love to head over there in the next week or two to replace them and well, just get some other things I can rip off you."
I can't help the smile that graces my face. He wants to take me to New Orleans. He opened an account at some fancy pants lingerie store. Something dawns on me then. "If they're in New Orleans, how did you get that stuff here so early this morning?"
He just quirks an eyebrow and I wish I just kept my mouth shut. He waves away my embarrassment. "It's a valid question lover. The Dillard's in Shreveport carries the brand. Since they now cater to the vampire community, they have extended hours. I went online, found what I liked and called in the order."
I can't help the sigh of relief that escapes me. He takes notice and his eyes narrow. I feel his hurt just as sure as he felt my unease a few seconds before. I quickly apologize.
He nods but leaves my room with a few choice words, "Either you trust me Sookie or we don't do this. I can't bear to think that you would believe I have lingerie on standby for women who I bed. Perhaps in pretty bags just waiting for Ginger to drop them off for me. I'll be waiting downstairs."
He closes the door shut behind him and I sit on the edge of my bed. It's exactly what I assumed and I was wrong as usual when it came to him. I let my old prejudices cloud my feelings and what we share. I throw on a pair of jeans and a loose sweater. I quickly brush my sex hair and don't even bother with makeup minus gloss. I hurry downstairs to see him standing on the porch. I head outside and wrap my arms around him. I press my cheek to his back.
"I am so sorry." I let him go to stand in front of him. "That was callous and hurtful and just plain old mean of me. I know better."
He sighs, "I can understand why you would think so little..."
I cut him off, hands on hips. "Now you wait a damn minute Eric Northman. I happen to think very highly of you. If I didn't there is no way in hell I would have to gone to you otherwise. It was a lapse of judgment and one I apologize for. I can't say it won't happen again because I am a bit known to have momentary lapses of judgment."
He smiles at me. "I do believe you've hit the nail on the head with that statement lover. Look, I accept your apology. I don't want to waste time on such silliness."
I nod, but know that he's been around for a thousand years and probably bedded more women than he's been alive. Or undead or whatever you want to call it. It's silly and childish but it's something I'm just going to have to get over.
He cradles my face in his massive hands. "Lover, I meant it. Everything with you feels like the first time. Other than Pam, you're the only woman, human or vampire, that I have cared for in a millennia. I love you Sookie Stackhouse and you alone. I meant every word I said in the basement of the club."
I rise to my tippy toes to kiss him, softly, with promises of getting a better hold of my jealousy. I pull away to tell him, "I know you did. It makes me love you all the more." I grab his hand and lead him towards the cemetery. "Let's get this over with so I can show just how sorry I am."
He laughs and all is well with us once again. The walk is relatively short but I do feel fretful the closer we get. After my little epiphany last night about Bill and the Rattrays, I am not anxious to see him in the least. Eric squeezes my hand, "Easy there lover. Just wait until we handle the business of Jessica before unleashing your claws into him."
I roll my eyes, which is something that is becoming second nature when I'm with him. We exit the cemetery to see Bill's house looming over us. Hard to imagine a few short months ago, the place felt like home. More than even my own with Gran.
We walk up the steps and don't even have to knock before Bill has it open. His eyes are full of hate, anger and repentance? I don't care. Not after truly realizing the depths of his deprivation.
He welcomes us inside, even though his tone and body language say the opposite. I feel him cringe when I pass him. The scent of Eric's blood and our sex all over me. Jessica is in the living room along with Hoyt. Hoyt stands and offer me a quick smile and even offers his hand to Eric who promptly shakes it. Jessica gives me a quick hug before nodding at Eric.
Bill offers us some refreshments. I gladly accept a can of soda, which gratefully is cold. He finally invested in a small fridge. He hands Eric a lukewarm bottle of O neg. I take a few sips, until Eric finally calls this little shindig to order.
He takes one of my hands in his. Not to offend but simply because he loves to touch me. I feel it through the bond. "Look Compton, I really don't want to drag this out or even pretend for one moment that we like or can tolerate one another. Pam said this is about Jessica which is the only reason I'm fucking here. How about we get to it then?"
Trust Eric to get straight to the point. Bill clears his throat, "Um, well yes. As you have asked..."
Eric interrupts, "Ordered. Not asked."
Bill glares at him. Hoyt seems fascinated since he's never seen anyone speak to Bill that way and he's never seen Eric in all his utter glory. Bill continues, "As you've ordered me to go my progeny does not wish to accompany me. Jessica wishes to stay here in Bon Temps because of her relationship with Hoyt. We both know how dangerous it is to release a newly turned vampire within their first year. She needs teaching about our laws and politics and be taught how to fight. We have begun her training in that regards but..." His voice trails off as he waits for Eric to respond.
Eric sits back against the cushions, taking me with him. "Everything you said is true." He turns his attentions to Jessica. "Do you wish to stay here with your human?"
Jessica looks at Hoyt for the briefest moment before a smile lights up her face. She turns back to Eric. "Absolutely."
Eric just nods. "So be it. Bill release your Child. Jessica pledge your fealty to me and you shall be mine. I am not Compton, so your free spirit, while appreciated, must be reigned in when I say. You've already seen some of what goes on in our world. When I need you to shut the fuck up and know your place, I expect nothing but adherence. Am I making myself understood?"
Jessica nods before speaking. "I understand. I mean I know when I was first turned I was a brat but whatever, I get what you're saying. I will be a proper Child."
Hoyt seems a bit perplexed by all this but knowingly keeps quiet. Bill looks between Jessica and Eric. Bill looks at Jessica and speaks, "I release you, Jessica, as my child."
Jessica has tears in her eyes which luckily don't spill. She quickly gets a hold of herself before thanking Bill. They share in a quick and awkward hug. Eric stands and places one hand on Jessica's shoulder. "Do you pledge yourself to me Jessica? Do you swear your allegiance and fealty to me?"
Jessica speaks firmly, "I do. Eric Northman do you accept me as your Child?"
He answers her, "I do." He quickly bites his wrist as she does the same. They drink from one another and the usual sexual vibe that accompanies a blood exchange is missing from it. It's business, pure and simple. It's over quickly. Eric's wounds heal instantly. Jessica is a bit wobbly on her feet. Eric's blood is like a thousand dollar bottle of champagne after drinking a Budlight. You feel the difference. Hoyt helps her to the couch.
Bill just stands there stoically. Eric speaks again, "Well if this is all, Je..."
Bill cuts him off which just pisses Eric off, "No, there is a bit more. They wish to reside under the same roof."
Eric just grins at them, "Jessica it's really not my business who you fuck."
Hoyt jumps up, "Now, just wait..." Jessica pulls him down and shakes her head. Eric looks amused. I'm tickled Hoyt jumped up to defend her virtue.
Bill continues, "What I am trying to say, is that instead of this house going to waste, I would like to sell it to Hoyt since Jessica cannot own property. We have discussed this and between the two of them they had saved a small amount they were going to use as a down payment on a small place. I offered to sell them my home for that amount instead."
I am actually impressed with Bill's thoughtfulness. Eric isn't as moved as myself. His only response is, "I see."
Bill excuses himself to get the necessary paperwork. Hoyt and Jessica jabber on about having their own place. Bill quickly returns and lays out a contract on the table. Hoyt takes out his wallet and hands him a cashier's check. Bill signs, followed by Hoyt. Eric notarizes the papers. It's a done deal.
We all rise and I turn to Bill because I have to know. I had been going back and forth about this all day but now that he's truly going to be gone, I just need the peace of mind. "Bill?"
"Yes Sookie?" The hopefulness in his voice is positively nauseating.
"So tell me, did you set me up to be almost killed by the Rattrays?"
Needless to say, it all went to hell after that.
Please bear in mind, this is unbeta-ed because my love, Shelby Sue, has a lot going on and cannot edit for me right now. So once she does beta my chapters, I will repost them. But for now, any mistakes you see, just leave me a note in your review. Thanks.
