SVM Belongs to C. Harris

SPOV

I closed the door behind me as I walked out of Eric's office after Pam and thought furiously about what had just happened. I didn't know whether to be mad at him or myself. I still couldn't believe that I had done something like that. Almost getting an orgasm from Eric Northman, whom I had met only yesterday! I had never before experienced anything even remotely sexual or romantic, because of my little quirk. I was quite sure that this wasn't the way things went in most relationships, though. From what I knew out of romance novels and people's minds, I knew that courting was a major part of most relationships, and you certainly didn't let a man, however sexually appealing he was, finger you a day after you met. I didn't know whether to cry in mortification or ignore the whole ordeal.

All I knew was that I was so overwhelmed with lust that for my brain just switched off. I used to think that only men had that problem- thinking with the wrong head and all.

While I was pondering my humiliation, Pam led me down the corridor to the employees' bathroom. I was suddenly very aware of my filthiness, the putrid smell of blood and sex rolling off me in waves in the small room.

I glanced at Pam, about to ask her to leave, but my heart sank. She was wearing a by now very familiar expression- her pupils were dilated, fangs distended, and she was down in a half-crouch. I, for one, did not want to become a meal to a horny vampire, so I said sharply, hoping to startle her out of her fixation, "Pam!"

It mostly worked: her pupils became normal and she straightened, but she leered suddenly, looking below my face. Startled, I realized that I was still bare from the waist up. Blushing furiously, I covered myself with my hands. Pam smirked in a way much like Eric, and drawled, "Oh, Sookie, there is really no need to hide those magnificent breasts of yours on my account."
I blushed, with anger this time, and retorted, "Fuck you!"

She shrugged, "I was only trying to pay you a compliment. You must be a modest woman."

I chose to ignore that, and stared at her pointedly, "I would like to take a shower now."

Pam misunderstood, probably deliberately, "Suit yourself. Need help?" She leered at the last part, and made no movement to leave.

I shuddered delicately, and tried to keep the horror from my voice. "No, thank you."

She wouldn't give up, "At least let me help you undress. You must be sore from the attack." I highly doubted that she cared so much for my well-being as for getting me naked, but I was too tired and sore to argue.

I gave a small nod, and she quickly undressed me, thankfully refraining from any disgusting innuendos she and Eric seemed to have invented. (Who knows- maybe they did. I would have to ask Eric how old he was.)

When she straightened, she rolled my grimy clothes up in a ball, and, carefully keeping her mouth closed, to keep from showing me fang, no doubt, said, "Get in the shower. I will bring you clothing." Pam said the last part with disgust, obviously appalled at having to serve a mere human. I was learning pretty quick that vamps thought themselves superior to everyone else.

Gratefully, I climbed into the shower and turned on the spray. The water felt heavenly on my sore body, and I almost moaned at the sensation of all the filth and blood washing off. This shower, in a tiny stall at a vampire bar in Shreveport, seemed to be the most heavenly shower of my life.

I came out of the water all refreshed and strong, and felt healthier than ever. Everything looked different, too. The lights seemed brighter, almost hurting my eyes, the sounds much louder- I could hear the music in the bar, and the people talking. I felt strong, too- like I could lift a car with ease. I figured that this was the effect of the blood.

I looked at the counter and saw the "clothing" that Pam had given me. It consisted of a huge shirt that must have been Eric's and a pair of white lacy panties that really don't deserve to be called underwear.

I put the white button-down shirt on, then the see-through underwear, and realized that I was utterly indecent. Since I'm well endowed in the bosom department, there's really no way to hide it when I don't wear a bra, and in this white shirt, my nipples were almost showing. The "underwear" really didn't help either.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any other options, so all I could do was hope that no employee came in the bathroom while I was in it. I hadn't realized before, but now I saw that the bar was still open, since I was able to hear the music and people with my newly improved hearing.

Pam came in then, and, not without a leer at me (This was turning out to be an annoying habit of hers), she led me back to Eric's office.

I was determined to forget the whole near-orgasm incident, and treat him as I would any other deliciously handsome man whose thoughts I couldn't hear. Right.

When I walked into the office, however, I was hit with such a strong wave of lust that I nearly staggered. I was almost sure that it didn't come from me, but my thoughts were deflected when I saw Eric standing in front of his desk, looking at me like a starving dog might at a large, juicy piece of meat. Slowly, he looked me up and down, and grinned broadly, showing fully distended fangs and an impressive bulge in his jeans. I blushed at the intense scrutiny, and Eric laughed, sounding delighted with my humiliation.

"My, Pam, this certainly is an improvement. I would never have thought that anything could top that sinful little dress of hers, but here you are, proving me so wonderfully wrong." He sounded sincere, too.

Pam smiled like a child at his praise, and said meekly, "I live to serve, Master."

She showed some fang also. "I think, however, that Sookie would look even better naked, though."

"True," Eric said, looking at me thoughtfully.

"Too bad she is so modest," Pam added ruefully.

"Oh?" Eric inquired.

"I complimented her on her wonderful breasts, and she told me, 'fuck you'" Pam almost whined. Suddenly, she looked thoughtful, "Oh. Maybe she meant that she would like to do it! I must have missed her meaning." She looked at me with mock-hopeful eyes and grinned her fang-y smile.

I realized that they were laughing at me, and harrumphed in anger.

"If y'all are done discussing my modesty, sexual orientation, and whether I look better naked than—"

They interrupted me, saying in unison, "You do!"

Furious at their mockery, I said through my teeth, "That aside, I would like to go home now. Eric, thanks for saving my life, Pam- thanks for the clothing. Bye!"

I started for the door, but suddenly Eric was in front of me. "And where do you think you are going?"

I frowned at him, "Home."

He said, "Not quite yet. There is the matter of payment. I summoned you today to Fangtasia not only for personal reasons, but for business."

With a sinking heart, I remembered that Pam had come to call me to Fangtasia at my work, and how I refused to go with her- the attack had wiped everything from my mind. Feeling quite sick all of a sudden, I realized that they probably wanted to use me for my so-called "gift".

I sighed and plopped ungracefully in the leather couch that was nearby. "What do you want?"

Eric seemed surprised that I wasn't fighting him, but sat down, much more gracefully, right next to me. I blinked at the close proximity, and caught a whiff of his purely masculine scent. My eyes unfocused and another extremely powerful wave of lust hit me. My nipples pebbled, and my breath became erratic and uneven. I looked into his glacial blue eyes, which were almost completely swallowed by his pitch-black pupils. I leaned in, trying to catch the tantalizing scent yet again, and he became absolutely still as I exhaled into his face. The lust threatened to overwhelm me; the tiny panties were soaked, and my nipples were tortured by the soft material of the shirt. Somewhere in the back of my head, I acknowledged the fact that Pam left the office, closing the door firmly behind her.

I focused my gaze on Eric's lips, his perfectly sculpted, generous, sensual lips that must have been made for kissing. I felt his hand on my knee, and instead of getting away like a sensible person, I came even closer. By then he was sitting back on the couch, almost like before, his legs spread, and I between his legs again, only facing him and kneeling, my lips almost touching his, my damp hair falling down and mixing with his. His hands came up behind my knees, halfway to my thighs, and pushed my weight slightly forward so that I had to put my hands on his thighs instead of the couch.

His lips finally touched mine, and I almost gasped at the electrical current running between us. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his wet tongue into my mouth and thoroughly ravaging it. I moaned, and arched my back slightly, my nipples grazing his chest through the fabric. He growled, and his hands traveled upward from my knees to the back of my thighs, brushing against my ass, then settled right at the lower curve of my butt and started kneading. He reclined completely on the couch, pulling me down with him, and attacked my mouth with renewed force, plunging his tongue in and out, finally settling on a regular rhythm that was as old as time. While he was practically fucking my mouth with his tongue, his hands traveled upwards along with my shirt, pulling it up over my back, shoulders, finally breaking the kiss for a moment to take the shirt completely off.

Meanwhile, my hands were busy unbuttoning his own shirt, spreading it open, and started examining the topography of his stomach and chest. His muscles were taut under my fingers, his chest strong and wide, his waist slim and fit. I felt his nipples under my hands and rolled them between my fingers; he hissed in pleasure and immediately returned the favor. Eric's talented hands soon had me writhing at his touch, and when his mouth closed around one of my nipples, I threw my head back and moaned at the sensation. Groaning in response, he dragged my head back to his, and gave me the most powerful kiss yet- apparently, during his long years as a vampire, instead of wasting his time on useless to the moment things like philosophy and learning, he perfected his kissing technique. His kisses were the stuff of dreams- one minute he was hot and demanding, the next almost lazy and languid, as if he had all the time in the world. He alternated between nipping at my lips, careful not to puncture the skin with his fangs, and running his tongue through my mouth.

I had limited experience with anything sexual because of my gift, but now I discovered that I had a natural gift for the art of kissing. I ran my teeth over his lower lip, then wrapped my tongue around one of his fangs. His immediate response poked me in the stomach, and I smiled against his lips. As the lust waves threatened to overwhelm me yet again, I pressed myself against him fully, pushing my breasts against his hard chest, grinding my hips into this. His demanding, wet, talented mouth moved down my jaw to my neck- and I felt something sharp against my neck.

That alone was enough to shake me out of my lust-filled haze. I pushed back from him with all my strength, and sat at the opposite edge of the couch, breathing hard, staring at him. His shirt was unbuttoned, his mouth parted with white fangs peeking out, his hair crazy, and his pupils so wide that no blue was visible. I suspected that my own state was even worse, as I gingerly touched my swollen lips with my fingers. For a moment, I was almost tempted to get back there and continue what was started, but then shook the last vestiges of the haze off.

I glared at him in fury. "What the hell did you do to me?"

He was looking a bit lost before, but at my words straightened and got himself together. If it weren't for his fangs and the fact that there was still a large bulge in his jeans, he would almost seem normal.

"What on earth do you mean?" his voice was strained, and he sounded more than a bit angry at the fact that I had interrupted our perfectly good time.

I scowled at his cool demeanor. "This! Why am I acting so horny all of a sudden, for you, of all people, and what is up with my vision and hearing?"

He sighed, looking resigned. I guess he was disappointed I had figured it out.

"That's one of the side effects of my blood. Your strength increases, your health improves, and your libido… ah…becomes more powerful. I have to admit, though, I hadn't expected that degree of arousal. You were almost as horny as a newly-made vampire, and believe me, that is hard to match." He chuckled. "Oh, and now I can feel your emotions, as you can feel mine, and I could find you anywhere, with my blood in you," he added as almost an afterthought.

I stared at him, blinked, then stared again. When I was able to find words, I exploded, "What?!"

He blinked at my explosion, but remained silent as I started screaming. "You didn't think that I would like to know about this? Great! This is just great! I am sharing my emotions with a power-hungry old vampire, who can now track me to all ends of the earth, and, to top it all off, I'm friggin' horny for him! You really didn't think that I should know about the little detail?! 'Oh, it will heal your back, and you'll scar otherwise'. I can't believe I trusted you! I can't believe I trusted you! I should have known that a vampire like you would only take advantage! Urghh!" At loss for words to describe my fury and disgust, I stopped ranting to look at him.

His expression was pained, almost as if I had hurt him, but then relaxed again. He said in a remarkably smooth voice, "What is done is done, as you Americans say. One thing I must add, though, is that another vampire, in my place, would be much less mild than me- they would probably have tortured and killed most of your family and friends to persuade you to bond with them completely, or they would have taken you by force and fed you their blood until you were barely human anymore. At least I gave you a choice." He looked all righteous and indignant then, and I snorted in disgust. If I hadn't met vampires in the first place, this wouldn't have happened anyways. I cursed my friends for ever bringing me to this place.

He interrupted my thoughts to say, "Now, about that business."

I looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you serious? You still want something from me after you took away my freedom and tried to seduce me?" He smiled at that last statement, and noted, "I wasn't the one who attacked you like a drowning human." He dropped the smug on his face then, and became serious. "But yes, as I did save your life, I would think you owe me this small favor. I require your gift."

I tried to save myself with denial, remembering my earlier plan to account it to craziness. "What gift?" I asked with an innocent look on my face.

He rolled his eyes. "Your telepathy, Sookie."

I widened my eyes, "What? What on earth are you talking about?"

Eric almost snorted at my too-innocent denial. "Mind-reading, telepathy, gift, quirk, whatever you want to call it. I need it."

I gave an artless little laugh. "Oh, is this about yesterday? Well, you have to forgive me, I was more than a little drunk, so I went a little crazy, I always do that with alcohol, just make up little…" I trailed off as Eric narrowed his eyes in a menacing way.

"Were you to finish that sentence, Sookie, I would be forced to find the dirtiest, most psychologically damaged people I could find on short notice- which is plenty, then crowd them into a room with you, every single one of them touching your skin, and I would see how long you would last." He sounded completely serious, and I gulped in terror at the idea.

"Okay, okay, so I'm a telepath. You can't blame me for trying," I grumbled half-heartedly, pouting a bit. I had never really believed that would work, anyways, but I just had to try.

"So. What's this job you have for me?"

Eric seemed pleased at my surrender, and said, "Well, I can't give you the details now, for fear we are overheard, and it is much too late for this today, so you will have to come the night after tomorrow around twelve for the job. If you manage it, you will be paid, of course, though I imagine that the price of your life should have been enough. I think a thousand dollars should cover it." He grinned at my shock at the amount of money. I would have to work nonstop for quite a while at Merlotte's for that kind of money, and here I was getting it for something that came naturally to me. For the first time, I began to regard my disability and this employment to a vampire as something good. I had no idea that my little quirk was worth so much.

Seeming to read my thoughts, Eric smiled, "You would be surprised to see how prized telepaths are in the Supe world."

Tentatively, I smiled back, then stood, ready to leave. Again, I realized that I was practically naked except for the tiny lace panties. I glanced at Eric, saw that his fangs were shooting down, and hurried to find the shirt I had been wearing, which had ended up on the lamp on his desk. I put it on, and realized that I could not go home like this. Fortunately, Pam picked that moment to walk through the door with my newly clean pants. Gratefully, I put them on, then waved to Pam, who gave me a little nod in return, and followed Eric, barefoot, out the door.

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