A/N: I'm on a roll so I'm writing two chapters for this story tonight. Hope y'all enjoy :D

Eric POV:

I couldn't describe how beautiful my lover looked, bathed in the soft lamplight. Knowing that she had been feeling so helpless and insignificant made me want to do something, anything to show her just how powerful she really was. She alone would be the cause of my death. I had no doubt about that. I would die for her willingly and I would never wish to survive any life without her.

She looked at the makeshift stake in her hand and then back to me. I knew she wouldn't actually stake me, since I could sense her emotions as clear as day, but this way I could finally get her to admit our bond wasn't such a burden and that she didn't want to live without me either. From the looks of it, she was just being stubborn, taking her sweet time.

I needed to speed this process up somehow.

"Lover, if you don't think you have the strength, then I will do it myself."

"No, Eric that won't be necessary."

"Why is that?" I was trying not to smile. She was finally going to admit it.

"I just don't need your help, OK?"

"As you wish. I have all the time in the world my dearest executioner. You are indeed the loveliest form of Death I have ever beheld."

"I think it would hurt Pam's feelings to hear you say that."

"She is indeed beautiful herself and you both share the same joie de vivre, but your compassion and stubborn nature make you unique."

"You're just trying to butter me up so I go easy on you."

"How am I doing?"

"Charming as usual, but also very smug, which annoys the hell out of me."

"Oooh, should I quake with fear in your presence my dear Mistress Death." She started giggling hysterically.

"Dearest, if you really have to contemplate this much as to whether I should perish or not, then perhaps I should do the honors myself." I snatched away the table leg before she could react. "It really is best for all of us if I just do this myself. You don't even have to watch."

I raised the stake up and brought it back down to my chest then fell backwards into the light.


"Eric!" I didn't think he was being serious when he said he would do it himself. I rushed over to his side. In the darkness, I think I see blood trickling down the side of his shirt. Then it occurs to me that vampires don't die like humans. They turn into dust until there's nothing left. I decided to play with him a bit.

"What a pity, I was contemplating showing my affections in a very physical manner, but obviously I can't now. No blow jobs for martyrs." Eric opened his eyes at that. I pulled the table leg out of his arm and watched as the wound healed almost instantly.

"Do you always have to be so dramatic? You ruined a chair, a shirt, and the carpet with your little stunt."

"You would have had to clean me up afterward anyway." The thought makes me shudder. I try to hide the pain I feel at his words, but it's too late. He regards me silently.

"What makes you think I'm cleaning this mess up? I'm not your maid." He starts to laugh that deep, rich laugh that makes me smile. I'm pulled into his arms and we laugh and tickle each other until I'm gasping for breath.

"Uncle! Uncleuncleuncle." He kept tickling me, but now his countenance had changed to that of utter confusion that was absolutely adorable. "Hey, don't you know what uncle means?" He gazed down at me as I laid on the floor, a sweaty, giggling heap of mush.

"No, what does it mean?"

"It means I give up. Truce?"

"Are you saying that all I had to do to get you to admit I'm right is to tickle you into submission?" He got an evil gleam in his eye when he said that.

"No, I did not say that Eric."

"No, but you implied it."

"Please don't."

He pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear. "Don't do what?" He blew cool air onto my ear and nibbled playfully. "Dearest may I make a last request?" I looked back up at him.

"And what would that be?"

"Well I'm told that sometimes prisoners get to request what they want their last meal to be."

"Oh really? Well I don't know if we have any True Blood in the fridge or not."

"You would let the last substance that passed my lips be that vile and metallic garbage? Perhaps you really do hate me."

"Oh I'm just teasing you honey. So what would you like your last meal to be?"

"I would die a very happy vampire with your blood and cum on my lips."

"Who am I to deny a man his last rites?"

He kissed me passionately at that, running his fingers through my hair. He pulled back to look me in the eye then proceeded to place soft kisses everywhere he could reach. First on my forehead, nose, cheek, and finally focusing on my neck. He kissed and nibbled on my neck, not enough to break the skin, but certainly enough to make me start fumbling with the rest of the buttons on his shirt. The offending garment was thrown behind his head and I could have sworn I heard something crash, but I didn't care. I slowly dragged my fingernails down his exposed back all the way until I was holding onto one of my favorite parts of Eric.

He growled into my ear and it sent a jolt to my wet pussy. I let out a moan as he ripped off my bra and took my nipple into his mouth. I realized we were still on the floor doing all of this.

"I really hope I don't get a rug burn from you fucking me on the floor."

"Well then allow me to rectify that at once Lover."

I didn't even have a chance to react. Eric picked me up from the floor one second and laid me down onto a bed the next second.

"Now where were we?" I grabbed his head and pushed him to my breast. He chuckled for a moment then went back to nibbling and sucking on my breasts, while his hands were skillfully unbuttoning and removing my shorts. His cool touch felt like fire. It was like water to a girl stranded in the desert. The girl in question was hopping up and down. Hey I'm over here! Listen to me. I'm comparing him to fire and water all at the same time. Maybe that's not a coincidence. I pondered this for a moment until I felt his fingers start to push my panties to the side. It wasn't too hard since I was wearing a lacy thong that was supposed to match the bra he had already bitten in half.

His fingers teased my clit and then pulled away as he carefully slid my panties down my legs. As a result, Eric ended up positioned right between my legs. He trailed his fingers up my calves and pushed my legs further open

"Open yourself up for me Lover."

"My legs are as wide open as they can get, Eric."

"No my darling, open up your side of the bond. Let me feel your pleasure as I please you."

I carefully brought down all the barriers in my mind and let the flurry of emotions take me where it will. Love, lust, pride, and utter joy passed through me. I lifted my head to watch him as he pleasured me, but his hand gently pushed it back down to lay on the pillow. His fingers ghosted over my eyebrows and slowly closed my eyelids.

"You have seen my love. Now I want you to feel it."

"Does that mean I get to taste, feel and hear it too?"

"Most definitely Lover."

The was the last he said before starting his slow, gentle ministrations on my body. Every lick, nibble and kiss he gave was punctuated by love through the bond. He dipped his tongue inside of me and I let out a gasp. The man was tongue-fucking me to the point of insanity. I started to cry out his name in earnest.

"Erriic, aaag, oh please baby, uuuuh, yes, Eric."

My head was thrashing back and forth. This slow pace was killing me.

"Faster, baby faster please."

He slipped two fingers inside my wet, hot center and began to suck my nub while he rapidly thrust his fingers in and out. I could feel my walls start to tighten around them and my hips found their rhythm with his thrusting. I was on the edge when Eric pulled his fingers out.

"I love you." He put his mouth back on my clit and bit into the flesh just above it. His tongue lapped up the blood. I came when he sucked hard on my clit, drawing blood and cum into his mouth. He greedily lapped up every drop as I rode out my orgasm. When my body stopped shaking and I could finally breathe again, I opened my eyes to find a very happy vampire gazing down at me. He smiled and tucked the stray pieces of hair behind my ear, finally placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Sookie Stackhouse, I have no doubt in my mind that you are my final death. My only wish is that someday you will let me be your death too."

I thought I would feel some sort of fear with that sentiment, but all I could feel at this moment was warmth radiating through the bond, and the arms of my viking wrapped lovingly around me. Soon, all the thoughts left me as I fell into a peaceful sleep feeling happy, sated, and loved.

A/N: Awww, I wasn't planning on being so fluffy in this chapter, but Eric dragged me over to the lemon tree and commanded me to pick some for y'all. I hope it was to your liking. I know that they haven't even really had the conversation that they set out for, but they have an understanding now and I was wondering if you wanted me to continue on with this story or should I just leave it here? Let me know.

Love, PIP