Author's Note: This one kind of just flew out of me despite myself. My Viking wanted a little physical interaction with his woman, and who am I to say no? Sookie can say no, but I can't (lol) That being said, I am not all that confident about this chapter so be kind


Disclaimer: Again, not my world. Just playing in Charlaine Harris's imagination.

Eric's POV

CHAPTER FOUR

After Bill left, Pam managed to convince me to show up to Sookie's house unannounced later that night. I am not entirely sure how she did it, but she most certainly did. I think my libido looking for an excuse to see her, and Pam's reasoning that Sookie was emotional vulnerable and needed support was apparently enough. She made me swear to not fuck her. "If you want this woman's true allegiance, you can't be a one night fling," she said quite seriously. "Don't sleep with her Eric." As much as I hated to here those words, Pam was right. Human sexual convention was quite different than what I have become used to since I was turned. Moreover, my pride would be my savior. I am not to be a regret.

I parked my car off to the side of her house and walked up the driveway. The old fashion manor was quite dilapidated, but beautiful in its own way. The house looked kempt enough if you ignored the dying grass entirely. But it was certainly…inviting. With some effort and funding, it could easily return to its stately glory.

I knocked twice on the door, sharply and with emphasis. She had to know I was coming. I am sure Bill alluded to as much when they last "spoke". I was growing impatient. It was early enough that she would still be awake. If this woman dared to ignore me, I might have to do something…drastic. I remembered how much I enjoyed fighting to force myself into an unsuspecting home. There are so many…delightful…loopholes to our more restricting laws.

Finally, she opened the door. I have lived a long life and experienced much. But never had I been rendered speechless by a woman…until her. Her pure beauty was devastating. Her tear-streaked face and tussled hair only made her skin glow perfectly pink. And those eyes, those soul-piercing ocean blue eyes. I swore to myself at that moment I would have her.

Upon recognizing me, I noticed those tortured eyes light up. It was slight, but it was there.

"Hi," she said flatly. She did not invite me into her home, so I guess she was enough in the right frame of mind to be cautious. Good. Bill frankly wasn't worth such emotional turmoil.

"I could stake him for you if you'd like."

My little crack brought a grin to her face. "Yeah….that would be nice," she joked back. She paused as if she was debating internally with herself. Consternated is a cute look on her. I waited patiently.

"Would you like to come in? I have some O negative True Blood I can warm up if you'd like," she offered sheepishly as if she was expecting a no. I noticed happily that she managed to have my favorite blood type, which was coincidentally Bill's least favorite. Looks like I was expected.

Step one. "I would love too."

She ushered me into to the living room, where her southern hospitality took over. It could have been her feminine instincts too, but regardless she immediately went into the kitchen and busied herself with Lord knows what.

A few minutes later, she came out with a glass of chardonnay for herself and my true blood—in a wine glass. I couldn't help myself; in my shock I laughed out loud. Charming. How I love surprises.

"What?" she asked as she grabbed a seat next me and placed our drinks on the coffee table, a small smile creeping across her face. "I want in on the joke."

"I have never, ever been served True Blood in a wine glass, although it really is the most appropriate comparison," I said, smiling. Before she started tripping over herself to apologize, I grabbed her hands and looked squarely at her. "Thank you for that little taste of humanity."

She promptly blushed the most delicious-shade of red. "I was afraid because Bill hated it. But you're very welcome," she murmured. I noticed a sudden change in her posture—discomfort. But it had been going so well? Was she thinking about Bill? Ahh, it must be because I had not released her hands from my grasp. Frankly, I was so engrossed in enjoying the soft warm of her skin that I really hadn't noticed.

I deliberately grabbed my glass and held it towards her, a nice way to break contact if I may say so myself. "Shall we toast?" I suggested, putting the right hint of seduction in my voice.

"To new beginnings," she offered. The suggestive lilt to her voice led me to believe it was entirely intentional.

"To new beginnings," I repeated as I softly clinked my glass against hers.

The next four hours flew by, to both of our surprises I imagine. We simply sat and talked. I have always enjoyed the company of an intelligent woman, but my line of work, let's say, doesn't really attract the best and brightest. She told me about losing her parents, her unadulterated anger at Bill, her dreams to travel. Bill was very clearly out of her graces for good and I didn't try to hide my pleasure at this news. I confessed my mixed feelings about what I am and explained both the pros and cons of immortality. At this moment, we were just joking back and worth about vampires. I enjoyed that her flirting has increased, but her proximity was dangerously close. It took a great deal of…effort…to restrain myself. Her hand was rubbing my shoulder, her small lithe frame leaning towards me. Another glass and she might have crawled straight onto my lap. Apparently Miss Stackhouse was enjoying her liquid courage, I smiled to myself. We had fallen into a somewhat comfortable silence when she said:

"Thank you for everything. I was really afraid that I would be wallowing in self-pity all night. Who would have thought I'd spend it getting to know the Viking god? And who would have thought he'd be cute, and funny and interest-" she abruptly stopped talking and a look of shock and horror came over her face. She just realized she was speaking aloud. I made a mental note to have alcohol around her more often. It was just too much fun to see her aroused and flustered. She would of course deny it—especially to herself, but my sense of smell does not lie.

"Sookie," I leaned forward to whisper seductively in her ear. I made sure to breathe heavily so I could enjoy the shivers down her back as I said, "I'm going to tell you a secret." I paused for effect, "I want you."

I pulled away to gage her reaction. There is nothing more erotic in this world as when a woman's eyes visibly cloud with lust—for you. And to see her beautiful blue eyes that way; it was my undoing. I moved to capture her smooth plump lips. She met my passion and our tongue melded and dueled. I could tell she was inexperienced, but her young lust was intoxicating. I wound up slowing our pace simply because I wanted to explore every crevice of her mouth. I could taste her forever. One moan, she emitted one tiny moan and I felt as hard as a rock. I am not sure how much longer I would be able to restrain myself from fucking her senseless if we continued. A human woman had never had this affect on me before. The only thing that broke our kiss, thankfully, was her need to breathe. Seeing her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed reminded me of exactly how and in what position I wanted her, and painfully of why I needed to leave. I would abide by these human conventions if it killed me.

"I need to leave before I can't stop myself," I said huskily. She nodded but still stared at me dazed.

I stole another brief kiss and then I left.

I was smiling like a lunatic during my drive back to Shreveport. I'll have to remember to mention not needing to breathe as another perk of being a vampire. Perhaps I can show her once our relationship…progresses.

A/N: Oh how I love innuendoes. Lol I hope you like the new chapter!!! Feedback please.