A/N: Thank you for your interest in my story. I've decided that this story is how I wanted things to go in season 4. Sit back and enjoy, ladies and gentlemen. -Kass

"You've no right to question me, little girl." The anger in his eyes was apparent, until a wash of guilt came over the vampire's face, and he dropped his hand. He cleared his throat, let his fangs back in and took a step away from her. "I-I…"

"Did I just leave Eric Northman speechless?" she responded softly. She regretted it as the words left her mouth, but she certainly couldn't take it back.

His eyes fleetingly met with hers before he walked over to her door. "I should like to hear from you soon, Sookie. I'll see to it that this gets repaired." He opened the door and was gone with a flash.

In a last second decision, Sookie ran out of her home and down the porch. "Eric! Eric, wait!"

He had barely made it to the tip of the forest when he heard her calling him. He turned around, defeated. He could stand this no more. "What, Sookie? What do you want from me?"

Her face fell. "I-I just… I'm sorry. Please don't leave." She held her arms out. "Please come back and talk to me, Eric."

Sookie swore she saw another flicker of emotion in the vampire's brooding eyes. He was in front of her within seconds. "Sookie?"

She opened her arms and pulled him into her. She didn't say a word. It was the most human thing anyone had ever done for him: she merely hugged him. That was it. She wrapped her arms around him in a loving, protecting embrace. No one had ever protected Eric like that before, aside from Godric. Now that he was gone, who was to protect him, a pathetic little fairy hybrid? Regardless, Eric nuzzled the space between her breasts, enjoying the warmth as he finally slid his hands up her back and accepted the human gesture.

"Eric-"

"Shh," he said, placing his ear on her chest. "I'm listening to your heartbeat. If I don't think about it, it feels as if my own heart is beating."

She smiled and rested her chin atop his head. She heard the familiar click of his fangs and her pulse quickened. "Eric?"

"I want more." Eric let his fangs gently graze the raised skin of her breast, creating goose bumps under his teeth. "I want all of it."

"You can't have any more. You'll kill me."

He looked up at her sharply. "I would never hurt anything so beautiful," he said, as if what she said had been an insult. He retracted his fangs and rested his forehead on hers. "What the hell have you done to me?"

Who was this tiny woman that she could control a thousand year vampire with the flip of her hair? She didn't need necromancy, she had Eric wrapped around her finger since the moment Bill walked into Fangtasia with her. She was beautiful, strong, courageous and brave. She was everything Eric could ever want in a partner. He wanted her, and he always would want her.

Sookie pulled away from him and looked deep into his eyes. "Drop your fangs," she whispered. He did as he was told, and they clicked down once more.

For the first time, Sookie got a really good look at his fangs. He'd killed thousands with them, and probably had eaten more than that. They were his sole source of power. Without them, he was no more human than she was. They were longer than Bill's by a long shot. She'd never really seen Bill's up close like this. It was almost too intimate for them. Like a curious dog, she lowered her head and got right underneath them, feeling his hot breath on her skin. They had a distinct curve to them at the tips. They were the sharpest things Sookie had ever seen in her life. It probably came with age, but his fangs were perfect.

Eric raised his tongue to them and replenished the moisture that had disappeared since his mouth was open. Sookie raised a cautious hand to his right one and lightly pricked her finger with it. It hardly took any pressure at all to draw blood, and the hole was hardly big enough for a real taste of it to come out at all. She turned her hand around so Eric could see it, and with great care, Eric pressed his lips to the mark and kissed it, his saliva coagulating the blood and ceasing it.

Sookie kept her hand near his mouth, letting the rest of her fingers rest on his face as Eric drew her finger farther into his mouth. He lightly ran his tongue up and down the appendage, and he could smell how aroused she was. She let a small moan escape from her mouth. "Sookie," he said gruffly, almost warning her that she was going too far.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, pushing his apart with her tongue and running it along the length of his fang. She could barely feel it, but it drew a low moan from the back of Eric's throat.

"You love me, don't you?" She said, her lips still dangerously close to his. He said nothing. "Eric. Answer me. You are in love with me," she stated. It wasn't a question.

"Sookie-"

"Eric Northman, answer me."

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I…" Those were words he hadn't said to anyone in over seven hundred years. He wasn't even sure how these emotions formulated in his head! He didn't even know where to being.

"I will leave you here until daylight if you don't answer me!"

He roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her as close to him as possible. She let out a terrified whimper. "I can't." Her chest was heaving, her breasts growing with every horrified breath she took. It almost distracted him but he quickly regained focus. "I don't even know what that means! I don't know what you've fucking done to me! You're a human! You're a worthless human! You mean nothing to me!" he growled. He put her down coarsely and backed away. "I… Sookie, I-"

"Eric, I get it. You're a big, scary vampire! But if you can't even honestly look me in my face and tell me that you feel the same way I do… What the hell am I supposed to do with that?" She was frustrated. "I don't give a shit what happened to me three hours ago! Bill or no Bill, Fae or no Fae! I care about you, Eric!"

"I care about you, too!" he shouted back. "Don't you dare walk away from me ever thinking that I didn't! I am in LOVE with you, Sookie! I have been since we met but you were too wrapped up in Compton's dick to know otherwise!"

She slapped him in the face. "Fuck you."

He grabbed her again, this time by her waist. "Gladly," he hissed through his fangs. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her pelvis into him. She could feel the heat of him pressing into her thigh…

"Eric, let me go."

"No."

"ERIC, let me go!" She hit him again, but it only made him tighten his grip on her. He dug his fingers into the bones of her hips. He wanted bruises. He wanted her to know that she would be his. She desperately tried to free herself, but all he did was pull her into a blazing kiss that would have knocked her off of her feet had Eric not had a hold on her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer if it were possible. He moved his hand to her leg and let his fingernails graze her skin, pulling up her dress until he reached her underwear. In one tug, he ripped the fabric from her body like they were paper and threw them over his shoulder. He moved his hand to her tight, round ass and grabbed himself a nice handful.

She threw her head back in a moan, but the loss of contact was insulting to Eric, and he pulled her back no sooner than she left.

Any Supe for miles could smell the hot scent of sex emanating from Sookie. The fairy was hot and heated under Eric's touch.

"Eric, bite me!" she whispered against his lips, running her tongue under his fangs one more time. He lowered his head to her neck swiftly, smelling the skin. Regardless of the fake smell of her ocean body wash, she smelled like honey. She smelled of the sweet honey bread his mother used to bake when he was a boy, before his sister was born. She smelled of the soft Nordic breezes that blew through his home on warm, summer nights. She smelled of the crisp, mountain air on a winter day. He drew his fangs along the vein, not piercing her skin. He wanted her to beg for it.

He wanted her, and he would have her.