A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, so far. It is very fluffy and my New Year's gift to all of you, who have been patiently waiting for 'M' rated stuff; And for everyone who has read, alerted, reviewed and/or fav'd this story. Your response inspires me and makes me very happy! Thanks! :)

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, that's because it's from Charlaine Harris. In this chap, I borrowed a little from each book that had even a trace of lemon in it. All the grammar errors are mine and mine alone. Let me know if you see something that needs correcting.

Her heart thudded in her ears. Moreover, the feelings that coursed through her were so intense she could barely form a coherent thought.

"Wh-hat did you just ask?" she moaned.

"Stop fighting me and just give in to your feelings. Let yourself go, I've got you," he murmured into her neck, where he was currently nuzzled, inhaling deeply. It reminded her of how one takes a drag on that first cigarette after having gone without their nicotine fix all day.

His cool lips pressed firmly against hers again, while his tongue lightly traced the shape of her lips, begging for entrance.

Eric's words of biting, fucking and rubbing were tumbling through her jumbled brain, and they had her equal parts burning with desire and scared out of her mind. Not only would this be her first time, but it would also be with a vampire. There were so many unknowns and her fear of them was nearly crippling her.

His hands moved to her hair, winding his long fingers through the wavy strands. He grinded his hardness softly -- but seriously -- against her center, emphasizing what he just said -- what he was going to do to her, if she would just yield. She could not breathe right. Her hands were gripping his arms, pulling him tighter to her, her mouth glued to his, answering his question.

No, no, no, she argued with herself. She shook her head, and his mouth moved to her neck, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

While Sookie was battling her own internal demons, so was Eric. He was trying hard to reign in his instinct to devour the fairy laid out before him. Damn Niall! The bastard hugged Sookie good-bye, knowing that his scent would be left on her. He was probably testing Eric, to see if he was really worthy of such a task as guarding his great-granddaughter. On the other hand, perhaps he was prodding Sookie a little. He seemed very interested in the fact that Eric had already given her his blood. In addition, it appeared as though he assumed it was during sex. He had even asked for details, causing Sookie to blush a marvelous shade of red…Eric's favorite color.

The thought just spurred him further into action.

His hand curved around her shoulder, moving slowly down her arm, across her ribs and over her waist, tracing along her hip and down her leg, around her knee. He paused briefly, just long enough to place a chaste kiss at the hollow of her throat. Then he slid his hand further down her leg and gently caressed her calf, before curling his large hand around it and suddenly hitching it up around his hip, pressing his hardness further into her.

Sookie panicked as she felt the size of him through their clothes. Nothing about Eric Northman was small and feeling his rock hard manhood against her snapped her out of her lust-filled haze. She needed some questions answered before this went too far.

She shoved against him, trying to push him away. He responded instantly and pulled back a few inches to study her face.

His eyes were completely dilated, black with a fire that simply smoldered. He felt her mood completely shift from a mix of desire and fear to just outright panic, so when she shoved him, he simply stopped.

"What is it, my Sookie?" he whispered, willing the beast inside him to settle down.

"I'm afraid," she simply said. That was all she could manage to squeak out without bursting into tears. She fumbled with reigning in her emotions.

"Of what?" his voice was low and rough.

"You…because you are vampire. Will it be any different than if you were a human man? Not that I have any experience either way, but I'm just afraid that it will be painful or that you'll do something only vampires do, that's not meant to be done to human women…or…I'm not sure! I'm just afraid…of this, of you," she admitted bashfully.

He laughed hard and loud, a proper laugh. "Would you rather I go get Pam? Is that why you are still a virgin?"

"Don't be an ass! You know it is because of my telepathy. Every time I touch a man, all I can hear is how they think I have great boobs or what would I look like naked or any number of sordid things."

"Well, I can't say I blame them or that I'm not thinking the same thing, Lover. But there is no need to be afraid," he promised. "It may hurt a little at first, but trust me that I will make it as pleasurable as possible for you. Being vampire only makes it that much more gratifying. You'll see.

"Have I not pleased you already as a vampire? And it was not so strange, was it?" he gently pushed some hair out of her eyes, so that he could fully take in her beauty, her skin flushed from their kissing and from embarrassment.

She had not known how to approach the subject of what exactly sex with a vampire entailed. The fact that he laughed at her questions embarrassed her even more.

"I'm sorry to be so ignorant, Mr. Master of the Bedroom. How am I supposed to know that you don't do some freaky speed humping or somethin'?! It's not like there are articles in Cosmo about 'How to Please Your Vampire in Bed'!" Sookie pushes harder against Eric's chest, upset that he has ruined the moment by laughing.

"I won't use any of my super-secret vampire moves on you tonight then, Lover," he whispered against her lips, while pulling her in tighter to him.

"But if you want to stop, I'll wait as long as you want." He drew her right hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss in the center of her palm that seemed to have a direct line down to her hootchie. Then he took her hand, brought it down in between them and rubbed it against the large bulge in his pants. "But I may have to ask you a favor in return," he said with a broad grin.

She pushed against him again, yanking her hand away. "You are such a perv! And you really know how to kill a moment, don't you?!"

"Kill? Yes, definitely. However, a moment? I'm not sure I've done that before," and then he flipped himself on his back and pulled her on top of him.

He held her face in his hands, angling it up so that his mouth could reach the pulsing vein of her neck. Sookie's breathing took off like a racehorse out of the starting gates and was almost embarrassingly loud, yet she could not seem to focus enough to care.

She knotted her fingers through his hair, pressing his mouth further into her and wriggled a little into him. His hands slid down her back and slipped under the waistband of her PJ bottoms, where they rested on her bare bottom. OK, maybe the moment is back on.

He moved his lips slowly up from her throat, along her jaw-line to her cheek, and eventually to that sweet spot, behind her earlobe and back up down again. It sent chills throughout her body while heat coursed through her veins, burning where his lips touched her skin.

She moaned involuntarily and that is when all kidding around went out the window. Eric was no longer playing the game. In reaction to her, a low growl ripped from his mouth and the monster pushed for release.

Their next kiss was a frantic, teeth-clashing grind. Seeming to have six hands at once, he pulled at her hair, tugged at her sweater and underlying cami-top, kissed her too hard, and then tore off his shirt.

"Wait, wait, wait," he whispered to himself and he rolled their bodies so that he was once again on top of her, carefully distributing his weight so as to not crush her.

"What?" she mumbled, numbed by the sight of his hard polished chest.

"Let's start this again." He reached and pulled her to him with delicate tenderness. She buried her face in his chest. The special Eric smell with such stupefying, sense-filling impact. Peppery, sweet-spicy, and something unique and indescribable that didn't come from soap or a bottle or from his clothes. A smell that was just him.

With unbearable fragility, he placed a fluttery kiss on the corner of her mouth. As if it were the first time. Then another butterfly kiss. And another. Moving inward slowly, creating pleasure that was almost indistinguishable from pain.

Not moving, barely breathing, she let him administer kisses. Her head was spinning from the lack of oxygen getting to her brain.

Then he moved from her mouth, to her neck, to her hairline. Her eyes closed, she groaned with pleasure. She could die now, she really could. She heard him whisper something in an unfamiliar language, his breath cool on her ear. Reflexively, she trembled and shook.

Eric's cool hands worked her sweater completely off her this time and obediently she stretched out her arms for her cami to be removed as well. Next came her PJ bottoms. She lifted her hips and they came off at vampire speed and were tossed somewhere far away from the bed. The smooth cool sheets poured across the bare skin of her back. Her whole body was quivering, but she lay without moving. When he grazed her nipple with his mouth, she jerked as if she'd had an electric shock.

"You have the most magnificent pair of breasts," Eric whispered, being very careful of his fangs, which were fully down.

She had never been completely naked in front of a man before, not even a doctor. She felt vulnerable and self-conscious. She flushed at his compliment.

He skimmed his hand down her side, tickling her a bit, before it brushed the soft bed of curls that announces her center. He gently swept his knuckles back and forth, creating a bit of friction and pushing her temperature up by at least 10 degrees.

Eric continued to tease each nipple, lightly biting and sucking while he prepared her below. Her hips moved in a circular motion to encourage his hand to move lower into her wetness.

Just as his first finger slid between her folds, he grazed a fang against her areola, drawing a fine line of blood. She bucked her hips up in reaction to the sting and subsequent pleasure as he latched on like and infant seeking its nourishment. In response to her hip movement, his finger slid right into her and began a wonderfully exciting rhythm.

His kisses moved downward-- ever downward—where he stopped and placed a tiny one on her stomach, so gentle it barely lifted the downy little hairs, but managed to flood her with swollen sensation.

She groaned as his mouth continued its descent south and when his tongue reached that very sensitive bundle of nerves, he inserted a second finger and curled it up slightly, sending her into a temporary state of a paralysis of pleasure.

Her ears rang and her vision blurred from the power of her orgasm as it ripped through her. It didn't even phase her that just by using his fingers he had stripped away a bit of the skin that is traditionally taken as the mark of virginity. Eric hoped in combination of the blood she had consumed this evening and some special attention during foreplay, that he would make this as painless as possible for Sookie. For some reason, he wanted her to remember this experience with nothing but pure pleasure versus the nervousness and fear she was feeling a few moments ago. It mattered to him…she mattered to him and he wasn't quite sure why.

Eric continued to pay special attention to her as he replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue. He would heal her of her slight tear before she even came down from her first orgasm.

Sookie shook and jerked a little at the intense sensitivity of her skin while Eric worked his magic. She couldn't help but spread herself a little more, welcoming each new feeling that he was awakening in her. Obviously, he was touching her in ways, she had never been touched before, doing things she had never even thought of before.

His fingers and tongue enchanted her, coaxing her into yet another overwhelming release. Each of her muscles tensed, her toes curled and she moaned out his name, winding her hand through the sheets, hanging on for dear life. He slid three fingers into her that time and rode out her second orgasm with her, stretching her just a little bit more. But the beast in him was getting anxious. He needed to be inside of her.

Eric kissed his way back up her body as she slowed her breathing back to normal. Covered in a light sheen of sweat and the combination of the fairy smell still lingering on her skin, was making it very hard for him to contain himself. He ripped his jeans off with one swift movement. Then he licked his fingers and kissed her deeply, passionately while placing himself at her entrance.

She reached down and shyly stroked him a little, rubbing his cool head up and down her wet entrance, to get used to the feeling. This elicited a deep growl from Eric. The monster was winning over his self-control.

"Sookie," he moaned against her mouth. "Lover," he groaned, moving to her ear and taking her lobe between his teeth.

Slowly, he pressed himself into her. She felt a pain like nothing she had ever imagined. Mercifully, it only lasted a few seconds, once he was fully encased in her. He held himself still, fighting the beast, with a palpable effort.

Finally, a great peace settled in as she adjusted to his size, stretching to accommodate him. She exhaled long and clean, all tension fleeing. That was the only signal he needed. He began to drive himself into her with long, slow thrusts.

He said something, again in that unfamiliar language and she wondered what he could possibly be saying. After several strokes, he repeated it, looking so tender and sweet…nothing like a vampire ought.

They slid themselves along each other and every touch, every gesture, was inquisitive and serene. Her breath grew shorter, and with gathering speed and desire, they stopped being gentle and became wild and wanton and rough. She dug her nails into his buttocks and he bit her breast. They rolled over each other, welded together as he thrust into her, then she slid tightly down on him.

She moaned, he growled, as each of them built up to a final release. She felt Eric's teeth at her neck just as she was starting her climax. As his fangs penetrated her thin skin, she saw stars, white and gold streaks, flashing before her eyes. She was flying. And then she felt his cold seed spill into her while he drew from the little wounds on her neck, caressing her arms, as if to soothe her, lull her into a comforted, restful state.

Sookie struggled to catch her breath as Eric lazily licked her neck, closing the small holes his fangs had made. He rolled over and pulled her to his side. They laid there for a while not saying anything, trembling from time to time from the little aftershocks of their mutual pleasure.

She traced the lines along his abdomen and placed light kisses along the smooth marble skin, as they lay tangled together, glowing with unity. How could she ever forget this moment – how he tasted, how he smelled, how he felt inside of her for the first time? Not for as long as she lived, she was sure. This had to be the single most pleasurable thing she had ever experienced.

But suddenly Sookie was gripped with uncertainty. What if he didn't like it? What if he was not satisfied? After all, he was a thousand years old. Surely, he had experienced women that are far more skilled. What if, now that he'd slept with her, he treated her different?

He felt her sudden distress and crushed her gently to his chest. "That was magnificent Lover. Thank you for giving me such a gift."

"Really? Was it alright or are you just saying that? I mean, about on par with other women at least? I can get better, with practice…I mean, if you want to, that is.." She was rambling in her insecure daze.

"You can get more skilled, Dear One, but you can't get any better." He kissed the top of her head and all her doubts went away.

She curled herself closer to him, pressing her lips into the indentation over his collarbone. Then she rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes, totally content.

He felt her breathing even out and he knew she had fallen asleep. He looked down at her, taking in her curves and soft skin, surveying the 'damage'. She was slumped against him, with her mouth slightly open, perfectly at ease—as if she wasn't in the arms of a dangerous predator.

Watching her there, he flashed on a memory of another lifetime, with another part-fairy girl he'd had the luck of bedding, no thanks to Niall, once again. She wasn't half as beautiful as Sookie and she wasn't quite as lucky once he was finished with her. But, those were different times and these are different circumstances.

In a very human manner, he took a deep breath and sighed. Running his hand over her flaccid body, he hugged her tightly to him, basking in the warmth she radiated. He wondered what it was about her that made everyone act so differently around her. He was certainly affected by whatever magic she held. Almost immediately he began to have feelings for her, on the very night he spotted her leaving Merlotte's. He could have killed Compton just for peeping in on her. She was his!

He never felt – anything—not since he was made vampire. But, he felt for her – something, but he wasn't quite sure what that feeling was. Even tonight, he was able to have so much control over his instinct to fuck and feed, despite the intoxicating fairy smell. Eric realized he would never be able to intentionally hurt her…he would always protect her, even at the expense of his own undead existence.

She was so simple and pure. Knowing that he would lay down his life for her, he was devastated.

There was only about two hours left until dawn and he wasn't nearly sated. Shifting her to her back, he rolled to his side and with his large hand, he began to thumb her left nipple. He took the other into his mouth and tongued it until it tighten into a hard point.

In her sleepiness, she simply rolled over on her side, as if to spoon with him. He grabbed her ample hips, shifted her leg slightly to give him access to her hidden treasure and he began to rub. It was amazing how wet she already was for him. She must have been having a very good dream.

"Wake up my little darlin'. I'm not finished with you yet tonight," he whispered in her ear.

She moaned and her eyes fluttered open. She could feel him pressed up against her bottom. "You can't possibly be ready again…" but she didn't get to finish, because she felt the very part in question, the very hard erection, pressed into her back. "Ohhhh…"

"It's time for your next lesson, Lover," he said, as he scanned her naked body, then placed his hands under her and turned her on her stomach. Before he entered her, he waited a moment, almost reverently.

Eric worked himself once, twice, with his hand, then positioned himself accurately at her entrance. Nothing could beat the first thrust into her. He liked to get all the way to the hilt on the first go, shoving through the semi-resistant yielding, straight into head-lifting ecstasy.

His swift entrance elicited a stifled gasp from Sookie, that was midway between pleasure and pain and it spurred him even more. She couldn't help but fall into a rhythm with his long, perfect strokes.

After a short furious shag, they had another slightly less frantic one with her on top. His eyes were intent on hers while his hands went to her breasts, caressing and pinching gently. His mouth followed after his hands and before long, she felt as though she were losing control of the muscles in her legs.

"Slow," he said, guiding her in a reduced pace. His hands found her hips and began to direct her. He used his long thumb to rub her pleasure center and the satisfaction began to seep through her. Every time she tried to speed up, he would slow her down, until finally she brushed his hands aside and closed her eyes, just going for it.

As she rose faster and faster, he yelled out, "Bite me!" and he meant it literally.

"What, why?" she asked a little breathlessly.

"Because it feels good. Just…for that," he replied.

So she grabbed a hold of his wrist and just as she was about to cum, she bit with all her strength, sucking on the wound as she rode out her wave of pleasure.

He yelped out something incoherent, a sound of release and relief, finishing them both off in a spent heap of flesh.

"Perfect," he said. "Perfect."

"Yes, you are," she said with a little giggle.

He chuckled too. "It's close to dawn, Lover. I need to head to my daytime resting place and since I have yet to arrange daytime guards for you, I think it would be safest if you came with me."

The thought of sleeping with him again excited her, but scared her all the same.

"You won't forget I'm with you and try to rip my throat out again, will you?" she asked, her concern quite valid.

"I won't now that I know what you'll be up to while I am dead to the world," he teased her.

"I promise I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to," she countered.

They quickly got up, cleaned up and Sookie put her pajama's back on. She wasn't sure where Pam was keeping her clothes, but at least she would be comfortable until the following evening.

As they made their descent to his 'bat cave', that's how Sookie thought of it, she asked, "Why is it so complex to get there?"

"In simple terms, to keep those who would do me harm, out," he explained.

First, one had to know which flight of stairs to go down and then which level to get off. Most of the doors required some type of access key and then there was the open elevator shaft that you needed to have the ability to fly, in order to land without dying. There was that long, dark open space area, where either you had to have special night vision equipment to see with or you had to be some type of Supe with great night vision. He called it 'layered security'. Each layer had to be penetrated in order to gain access and the idea that someone would want to spend the time trying to get past each one, let alone successfully do so, was absurd. So, in a nutshell, they were perfectly safe and secure during the day.

"So once I have daytime guards, you'll have me sleeping upstairs by myself?" Sookie was a bit sad at that thought. She didn't understand why. This was only her second night with Eric, but already she felt bound to him somehow.

"Well, it will be an option for you, anyway," Eric smiled into the dark. He could feel her sadness at the thought of being without him and it made him happy. And having this emotion made him smile, in spite of himself.

"I'm sure there will be days that you'll want to be out in the sunshine. Your fae heritage almost requires it, being that they are of the sky. Besides, your lovely tan would fade eventually and you are human after all. You need to eat, to keep up your strength, especially if I will be feeding from you regularly," he said showing a little fang. They walked through the door to his room and settled down for the day.

With Sookie curled into his side, she drifted off to sleep considering what he had just told her regarding her fae lineage. She made a mental note to ask him more about Niall and Eric's dealings with him. She was curious about her newfound family and the important role he played in everything, up until now. The thought of family made her happy. Eric made her happy.

Eric was thinking over this whole feelings issue, as he drifted into his daytime rest. Determined to find out as much as he could, he resolved to find out just how 'special' Sookie and her talents really were. Potentially, She could not only be a great asset to him, but perhaps even a mate or child, later on, after this threat with Niall has been taken care of. Would Niall allow him to keep Sookie after this was all over? In all his existence, he had yet to have a true mate, one that he chose, unlike his human wife, who had been his elder brother's until he was killed in battle.

The thought excited him.

A/N: So…was it good for you? Let me know your thoughts! And thank you for reading!! I wish you all a healthy, prosperous New Year.