Sookie POV

Eugh. My head was spinning when I woke up the next morning as I rolled over to check the time, it read 4am on the digital clock next to me.

I rolled back over and looked at the empty room around me. The blackness of it made me feel so lonely. Maybe it was because it wasn't my house, maybe it was because I had Pam next to me the previous night, or maybe I was still a little drunk. Whatever the reason, I had the urge to go snuggle up next to my best friend or her brother.

So sure enough, I stumbled out of my room and walked straight into the room across from me. I jumped in the bed not knowing whether it was my lovely pregnant Pam, or her gorgeous, big-headed brother, but it was nice to know I wasn't alone so I didn't care.

After about 2 minutes of lying on my side under the covers, the giant heavy arm that constricted around me told me that it was Eric, as did the hard member the squashed against my body as he closed the space between us. He was still asleep judging by the soft snoring sound rumbling from his chest, so I didn't think anything of the situation that was happening underneath the blankets.

I drifted off to sleep shortly after he wrapped his body around me, thanking the Gods he wore pants to bed.

When I woke up again, I looked over to his bedside table and it was 11. I wriggled out of Eric's death grip he had on me, and decided to bounce up and down on the bed to try and wake him up a little. He fluttered his eyes open groggily, but I'm guessing that he woke up pretty quickly as he tackled me down onto the floor.

I'm sure it would have been a romantic moment if Eric and I were in love, as he was lying on top of me, his blue eyes staring into mine. But instead, he gave me a sly smirk, and pecked the tip of my nose. Repeating the action I did to him the previous night on our picnic.

He stood up and held his hand out to me as a peace offering and I happily obliged.

"You didn't sleep with me, did you Miss. Stackhouse?" he asked, raising his eyebrow with a sneaky look.

She winked at him, all knowing that he would figure it out with her side of the bed being rumpled. Her side.

Avoiding the question she offered coffee. He nodded his head vigorously, and jumped back into bed.

"Is Pam up yet?"

Sookie shrugged. "I'll let you know when I know," and she walked out of the room, tying her hair up in a messy bun as she walked. Sookie guessed that Pam would be in the kitchen, sitting at the bench, reading the newspaper and drinking tea.

Sure enough, as she entered the room, her best friend was scrunching her nose up at the tea, wanting the forbidden coffee.

"Ever think of getting de-caf coffee? Might not wake you up, but add enough sugar, you'll never know the difference?"

The ever so lovely Pam stuck her tongue out at me for suggesting this, but took another sip of her tea, shuddering at the taste.

"Is my brother a good lay?" was all she retaliated.

I shrugged. "Wouldn't know Pam, "I retorted as I went to put the coffee on. "Would you like a nice big mug of caffeine this morning?"

I heard Eric cough from his bedroom, obviously eavesdropping, and Pam dropped her head. Her eyes were brimming with tears, so I sat down next to her and held her hand. She looked up to me with her bright blue eyes as they started leaking.

"I don't know how you put up with my rudeness, I don't know how anyone does" she cried. I rubbed her hand soothingly. She sobbed out loud as more tears flowed, and saw Eric poke his head around the corner with an extremely worried and confused look on his face. I mouthed 'pregnancy hormones' to him and his eyes widened as his head quickly disappeared around the corner again. Pam grabbed my whole body in an embrace as her sobs slowed. She let me go after she calmed down, and I decided that she could do with a cup of coffee this morning, she looked like she needed it.

After I poured the 3 mugs full, Eric came out looking rather smug at avoiding his emotional sister. I rolled my eyes at him as he hummed a tune to himself.

The rest of the morning, Pam had random emotional outbursts, Eric and I shared the job of calming her, until she announce d she had booked the 6pm flight to Texas since she missed Stan.

"Don't take it the wrong way Sook, I love you. And you too, Eric," she acknowledged. "It's just I miss him like crazy, and I don't cry when he's around. He makes me a different kind of happy."

We both waved at her as she got on her plane at Shreveport. She was happier after she booked her flight, and she stayed awake for the rest of the day. It might have had something to do with the coffee she had, but Eric was betting it was because of Stan.

"Are you working tomorrow, Miss Stackhouse?" Eric asked, batting his eyelashes towards me.

I shook my head. "I'm only doing private orders from now up until Christmas, so I have another 3 weeks of not going into the building."

"How many private orders do you have?"

I grimaced. "42, plus you're snowman cake, so 43."

I saw him shake his head lightly in amazement. Not even I thought that Hale's business would be as busy as it was. I charged a lot for my orders as well. For my simple Christmas cake, it cost people $40. And only two people wanted my simple cakes this year. Everyone else wanted extravagant cakes.

Bill Compton's uncle, bless his heart, had ordered a cake that looked like the nativity scene of the birth of Jesus. He offered me $750 for it. He said as long as it had an edible Virgin Mary, he would be happy.

I had no idea where Bill Compton got his nastiness from. His family was awfully kind, helping out the community and donating to charity every week. They still came to me for their bread, and paid me for making them a Thanksgiving turkey. In fact, they still invited me to their thanksgiving dinners, giving me a +1 option on the invitation as well. I went to their home the previous year, since Bill never attends, and it was lovely.

Eric let out a long whistle next to me, as we got in the car, to return back to his house.

"Would you like to stay tonight again, Sookie?"

I looked over at him, his blue eyes were looking at me intently.

"Either you really enjoy my company Eric, or you're a very lonely man."

He blinked in response to my words. I regretted them immediately, they were harsh. I would love to stay with him as a matter of fact. Sleeping next to him was comforting, waking up was even better.

"I'm sorry, that sounded rude."

He shrugged, but looked hurt. "I'm lonely, yes. But you're company is enjoyable as well."

So it was set. We got back to his house, and ate dinner. We showered, brushed our teeth and put our pajamas on. I walked out of the bathroom to find him waiting with a mug of hot chocolate for me.

I smiled at him thankfully and we drank in comfort. He rested his hand on my upper thigh, which I was surprised about. But I didn't mind.

I'd known Eric for more than 5 years, and he was pretty much perfect.

He had a history with women yes, but I knew he was lonely at the moment. And I didn't think it was possible for him to hurt a woman. Even when he did have steady girlfriends, he was nothing but nice to them. He bought them flowers, and opened doors to them. It was the girls that cheated, and used him for his niceness. And after his last girlfriend, Sophie-Anne, I think he gave up on relationships.

I looked at his beautiful face again, studying the contours of his jaw, and the perfect shape of his nose. I had to laugh at the moustache of froth that surrounded his mouth though.

"You, you have a little something around there," I pointed out, in between my giggles.

His eyes lit up. "What, Where?" he asked.

I laughed even harder. He was attempting to be innocent by pretending to not know what I was talking about.

I reached out to wipe the froth of with my finger when he grabbed my hand in motion and leaned in to kiss me.

I think my heart stopped. I automatically closed my eyes as the warmth of his mouth found mine, and his lips parted forcing mine apart with them. His tongue found mine, and it slowly lapped mine gently, wanting to play with mine.

He picked me up and placed me on his lap, I opened my eyes as his hands gripped my waist desperately, and all I saw was his yes, piercing into mine with passion and lust.

His fingers traced up and down my lower back, while another set brushed the area in between my throat and cleavage. My own hands ran though his long hair, keeping my body as close to his as possible, while still looking into his bright blue eyes.

The rhythm of tongues dancing became more paced, yet his hands that were searching my body became more frantic, and his caress became a little rougher than it was a few moments ago.

A soft moan came out of my mouth as he trailed light kisses down my throat and he looked at me longingly.

"Bedroom?" I whispered, wanting more of his touch. He shook his head.

"Not tonight."

I must have looked pissed. He stopped kissing me, but his fingers tucked a lock of loose hair behind my ear. He smiled at me gently.

"This shouldn't be rushed Miss. Stackhouse. Not with you." He picked up my hand that had fell into my lap with disappointment when he had rejected my bedroom suggestion. He kissed it gently.

I'd known I was attracted to Eric since I'd met Pam. If I hadn't known he was her brother, I probably would have jumped his bones the minute I'd met him. I'd always liked him as a person as well. He was popular in school, but not the cocky type of popular. I guess I could have dated him. He was my Prom date, while my brother escorted Pam, it was a private joke as Jason and Pam would have been perfect for each other. I'm pretty sure they were secretly dating for a while, but she didn't want anyone to know, as Eric and Jason hated each other.

I'd never acted out on my attraction to Eric. Maybe it was because I respected Pam's friendship too much to ruin it by dating her brother. Maybe it was because I wasn't up to par with the other girls he had gone out with. Sophie Anne was a FHM model now. Fake boobs and all.

But if I'd have known my body reacted like this to Eric, I would have acted out sooner. It was great. His touch left goose bumps wherever it went and his mouth on mine made my lady bits almost melt with anticipation.

I knew he enjoyed it too, I was sitting on his lap after all, so I could feel his excitement. But he rejected me. I pouted at the thought of rejection.

His hands tilted my chin up. "Don't feel bad, I'd just like you to feel more comfortable with me, and not regret a thing."

Such a gentleman. He was looking at the crucifix that was around my neck as well, that reminded me that I was a Christian. I was a horrible Christian at that, since I'd slept with John Quinn in my senior year and Bill. But I figured God owed me some slack since he'd allowed all of my family to die. I know it made him a pretty bad God, and I was a lousy Christian, but I still believe in the Lord, and I still go to Church.

I nodded, and he carried me to the bedroom bridal style, setting me down on my side of the bed. He crawled over me to get to his side and settled under the blankets.

"You don't mind me cuddling you, do you?"

I shook my head, reminiscing on the previous nights cuddling that took away the feeling of loneliness. Almost instantaneously, his arms were wrapped around me, and one of his giant legs was lain over me. I wriggled to test his grip, and I was pleased to see that I could barely move.

I rubbed my head against his chest affectionately, and I felt him kiss my hair. Wow. I felt amazingly at home, and I got a weird déjà vu feeing, but I welcomed it.

I felt his erection against my side, and I tried to subtly rub myself against it.

He chuckled, "Nice try Stackhouse" but pressed it closer to me anyways. I sighed with relief that he was comfortable with that, but didn't try to force myself onto him. "Goodnight, Lover." He whispered.

I smiled. "Lover? Is that what I am."

He moaned. "Only if you want to be."

I smiled into him. "I'll be anything you want me to be, as long as I am something."

He laughed out loud this time. "You've always been something, Silly Sookie. Just now you be mine, and not Pam's."

I left it at that, not wanting an explanation on how I was "Pam's". So I closed my eyes, and was soothed by the loud thuds of his heartbeat.

Eric's POV

I woke up the small Sookie Stackhouse in my arms, it was amazing. I inhaled her scent and let out a long sigh. Her smell was amazing, it was delicious. I was finally seeing her as a woman, and not a girl and I wanted to relish that. I hoped she saw me as a man now, and not the boy I was when she first met me.

But judging by her trying to sleep with me last night, I'm sure she knew just how manly I was. I shuddered at the thought of having sex with Sookie Stackhouse. The way I kissed her last night was intense.

Out of all the women I had locked lips with in my past, not one of them had lit a spark that was as bright as it was with Sookie. Not any of them had lit a spark at all I don't think.

I wanted her. I wanted her right now, on this bed, with the morning light shining in on us through the window. But I also wanted make sure she wanted me too. Not just physically, but emotionally.

I'd offered her marriage and babies yesterday. I thought it was just a joke at first, but seeing her tend to my weeping sister yesterday showed me how much she deserved marriage and children. She was a loving person, and she deserved the world. But no one had given it to her yet, it was actually unfair,

And Pam had looked at her 2 nights ago, when she said that I could make a girl happy. Had she meant Sookie specifically? Or was she just acknowledging to me that Sookie was unhappy?

Whatever the reason, I tightened my hold on the beautiful blonde next to me, not wanting her to be unhappy. Anyone who could be maternal towards my bitch of a sister didn't deserve to be sad for a second. I wanted to make her happy.

I wanted to make her smile. I wanted to give her the things in life that she deserved. Even the cushion on my couch that she liked.

She stirred in her sleep, and mumbled something. I leaned my head in closer to her, trying to hear what she was mumbling.

"I said I need to breathe sooner or later, Eric," she said as she rolled over to face me, her heavenly face just an inch away from mine. I released my hold on her and she inhaled deeply.

"Thank you," she breathed. But she picked up my arm, and wrapped it around her again. I didn't put any pressure on her as I was tempted to though. Instead I stretched my face forward the extra inch and kissed her lips gently. She moaned slightly with the touch.

I heard her moan last night, it was such an exotic sound that came from her lips, I loved hearing it.

"Morning sex?" she asked. Her eyes almost pleading.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm supposed to the one pressuring you. Not the other way round Sookie."

She looked at me confused. And her eyes started to moisten up.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "That's not a bad thing. I was just saying it's supposed to be the other way around."

She pushed her lips out. "I want you."

I sighed. After my epiphany seconds before, I promised myself that I'd give her anything she wanted. So her choice in words were just a lucky coincidence on her behalf.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure?"

She frowned seductively. "Don't you want me, Eric?"

That was all it took. I rolled myself on top of her and pushed my length against her. Her legs wrapped around me as a response and she kissed me violently.

What a vixen.

"You tell me if you think I want you or not, Sookie," I grunted as her fingers pushed my pajama pants down, and her small hand wrapped around my member.

"It feels like you want me."

I didn't know if I was thinking with my head upstairs as I pushed her pajama shorts and panties down, revealing smooth skin that almost made me finish at the feel of the smooth surface. But I know my downstairs head wanted nothing more than to push inside of her, and feel her walls close around me as she called my name.

But that's what it did. After fussing about going to hurt, and asking her if she was sure. She took her singlet off, and pushed her body down so the tip of me was pushed into the entrance of her hot centre. But I slid inside of her, and all I could think about for the following twenty minutes was her, and the beautiful sounds of pleasure she made.

"Look at me baby," I whispered as I felt her beginning to tighten around me. I was almost there as well, so I knew we'd finish together. Her eyes opened as she looked into my eyes as she finished. She cried out and bit her bottom lip as she came, and I couldn't picture a better moment of my life. I released myself into her, and her walls milked me.

We laid on the bed naked for the rest of the morning, I traced the lines of her body with my eyes, and then my fingers, before she hopped on top of me, and decided she wanted me again. I didn't deny her, we fit together nicely in bed, and I was just as wanting as her as we met each other each thrust.

We talked about little things together the rest of the day. Small things like favorite memories, favorite foods, things we spent most of our money on. I paid attention as she said she admitted renovating her kitchen turned out to be more than expected. She laughed as I admitted my shower was the biggest splurge of the year.

"Good investment." She said as she winked, and led me into my bathroom and again, had her way me.

Three weeks had passed of dating Sookie Stackhouse. And I have to admit, the relationship was perfect. She was the envy of all the women we walked by when we went food shopping, and I spent most of my time with her. In Bon Temps at her home when she had a lot of baking to do, or at Shreveport at my house. Lately it had been at my house a lot, since I was back at work, and hated driving back to Bon Temps when I finished at 2am. She was understanding, and didn't mind staying at my house. She even came down to the bar to keep me company some nights.

She had started making the decorations of all her Christmas cakes, and I saw the design of one cake that stood out. She said it was old Mr. Compton's, and the amount that he was giving her for this cake was extreme.

It wasn't enough for the amount of work she had to put into it, but as I sat with her while she made all the small decorative touches, you could see that she enjoyed her job. So she didn't mind the price.

I'd asked her about Hale's, and how we'd work out when she had to open the shop again. She didn't seem to happy at the idea about opening the shop back up. But she figured out that her body clock had adapted to my schedule lately, and she was used to staying up late and sleeping in. So after Christmas, she could bake her goods the night before opening, and stay with me until she had to open the shop.

I liked that idea a lot better than the concept of her waking up at 3 to go to work. That meant we were awake opposite sides of the day.

I'd called into the bar, and made arrangements to start work at lunch and finish at around 9. So we could be working around the same hours as well. I hadn't told her yet, but I figured it would be a nice surprise when she discovered my roster.

Pam was coming home for Christmas, and I could tell that Sookie was nervous about her opinion on the two of us together. I knew she wouldn't care, as long as Sookie still played Barbie whenever she needed someone to model a new outfit or test a new make-up theory.

Sookie had thought that she would be lost without Pam's friendship, since Pam was who she relied on for family during college. But she had no idea how much my sister needed her. After Pam met Sookie, Pam was so much more confident in her actions, and never doubted anything that Sookie said.

I'm pretty sure that Sookie Stackhouse was the reason that my sister turned lesbian in the first place, but Sookie was always too straight forward to even consider the idea of seeing a girl. Pam always talked about her. It was always "Sookie this, Sookie that," at home, and it got under my skin. Until I met her I had no idea what the fuss was about her. Neither did my parents for that matter, they were tired of Pam coming home from school and discussing this 'Sookie" person rather than schoolwork. But once she was introduced to the Northman's, we all understood.

Not only was she a beautiful blonde hair, blue eyed girl who looked remarkably like one of us, she was a typical Southern girl who charmed her way into our lives with her manners and accent. My parents accepted her the first time they met. I think she set the table for tea, and washed the dishes or something like that. It gained her immediate respect, a few weeks later her Gran passed away, making her a part of the family automatically.

Sure enough, when Pam came over for Christmas, she was ecstatic about our relationship, and she insisted we call my parents to let them know right away.

Sookie gave her a dark look so she shut up pretty quickly.

"Aw relax, they just thought you'd be good together the first time they met you Sook. They'd be happy."

Sookie blushed deeply at this and I guffawed.

"You shut your mouth Eric Northman. You're catching flies." Sookie playfully slapped me on the arm and laughed at my facial expression. "They told me to marry you when I was 18. Since they want pretty grandbabies. They were joking, but they thought we were a good combo since you're loud and I'm quiet."

I looked at her stunned and wrapped my arms around her in a hug."You're not so quiet from what I know of you,"

Her blush deepened even more. Pam snorted from her spot in the room, and ushered Sookie into another room to try on her bridesmaid dress.

They headed to my bedroom, and a few minutes after they locked themselves into there, I heard Pam squeal with delight. Obviously the dress looked good. I was tempted to go into the room. I stood outside the room to wait for my two favourite girls. Thanking that my girlfriend and sister were friends before I had to introduce each other. They would have been friends no matter what, but I was sure their relationship would have been different if I knew Sookie before Pam.

Pam loved her before you. I heard Sookie's laugh from the room again and the door opened, revealing my gorgeous girlfriend in her matching yellow lace underwear.

I loved it when she wore these ones, they set off the her blue eyes, and showed how tan she was. She ran her hand up my chest as she quickly closed the distance between us. I resisted the urge to lick my lips at how good she looked.

I lifted her up, and she wrapper her legs around my waist. "You look amazing right now" I whispered into her ear.

She looked at me intently. "Why thank you Mr. Northman. You look pretty good in your underwear as well if I don't say so myself."

I chuckled. "How do I look naked, Miss Stackhouse?" I asked, raising my eyebrows suggestively. She looked away from me.

"Perfect." Was all she said, as she looked away embarrassed. I grabbed her chin with my hand and turned it towards me, so I could look into her eyes.

"I told you not to be ashamed of us. We're great together. With clothes or without."