A/N: Okay so I'm a terrible person. I haven't updated in a while, and I'm sorry. No boring excuses just majorly sorry. Second to those who reviewed the last chapter I'm so sorry for not replying. Every time I clicked to review the cp completely shut down. Needless to say I stopped trying. I love you guys. You keep me writing. I love how you have been responding to this story. You're so positive. So as a sorry note for not posting sooner or replying there is a dash of lemon in this chap. Nothing too big but a hint. Hope you guys like it. Huge thanks to ShutterbugMom! Beta of the year!!! All mistakes are mine!!

All Characters belong to Charlaine Harris.

Chapter 7

Last night was a blur. I remember going to the park with Eric, talking about old times. I vaguely remember leaving the park, and then . . . it's just blank. It was pitch black in my room which was weird because it felt like it was morning. I went to get up, and that's when the arm thrown across me registered. Where was I?

I felt around the bed trying to find something familiar, but failed.

"Trashcan's on your left." A sleepy voice mumbled. Eric's sleepy voice. Thank God. Wait, why was I here?

"Eric?"

"Yeah?" He was still half asleep, but I could tell he was coming out of it.

"Why am I here? At your house. In your bed." I was freaking out. I couldn't remember what happened last night, and that was one of the scariest feelings I have ever had.

"You don't remember? Well, I don't know why that surprises me at all. You had a lot to drink."

"I got drunk? How?" I know I sounded stupid, but damn it, I was freaking out. Eric could tell I was scared and pulled me to him. His hand rubbed soothing circles on my back and he kissed my head.

"It's okay, Sookie. I'm here." My breathing slowed down and I nuzzled into his neck. He groaned and I couldn't help but smile against his skin. I still couldn't believe I had slept in the same bed as this beautiful man and not remembered a second of it.

"Even though I'm still a little worried, I like waking up next to you." I mentally slapped myself for saying that aloud. His laughter filled the room and rumbled in his chest causing my body to shake.

"I loved sleeping next to you, though I must admit I wish it was under better circumstances." I could tell he meant it. I wanted to kiss him among other things, but I needed to find out what happened last night before anything else happened. "How about I go fix us some coffee and food, and help refresh your memory?"

Mind reader!

"Sounds great." He kissed my head once more and got out of bed. I had no idea how he got to the door without so much as a hesitant step, but he was out the door and making noise in the kitchen in no time.

It was no longer dark in the room thanks to the sunshine spilling in from the open door. I stumbled out of bed and searched for the bathroom. Once there I took a look at myself and almost screamed. The way I looked made Medusa seem like Miss America.

Wow.

I tried to put myself back together as best as I could, and did the toothbrush finger method. When I finally looked half-way normal, I left the bathroom and was assaulted by wonderful smells. Coffee and omelets!

Thank the Lord.

I walked down a hall that looked a little familiar, and ended up in a huge open area. There was a big living room to my right that flowed into a huge kitchen. I glanced around for the door and found it on the other side of the room. Before I turned to go into the kitchen I saw a small table beside the door and was hit with a flash of being pushed into it, two strong hands gripping my waist, a mouth devouring mine, my hands wound into blond hair.

Oh God. What had I done last night?

"Sookie? Are you okay?" I turned around to face him, and I must have looked as shocked as I felt. "Shit, what happened?" He came up to me and grasped my face with both hands.

"I.....we....the table." I said pointing towards it. "Did we......" My question died, I couldn't ask him. I didn't feel like I had had sex, but that didn't mean anything. I looked up at him and saw a flash of pain cross his face, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared.

"No, we didn't do anything, Sook. Don't worry." He dropped my face and walked to the kitchen. "Food's getting cold. Come on." What was wrong with him? Had I said something to offend him? I followed him and took a seat.

"Eric what..."

"I'll tell you what happened, just hold on." He cut me off curtly.

"That's not what I was going to ask you." He turned to face me then. "What did I say just then that made you so mad?" He let out a sigh and leaned against the counter.

"Did you really think I would take advantage of you like that, Sookie? I'm not like everyone else. I would never do something like that to you." He paused, but looked like something else was bothering him. "Would you tell me the truth if I asked you something, Sookie?"

"Yes." I wasn't used to seeing Eric unsure like this.

"If we had had sex, would that had been so bad? You looked sick when you thought you had slept with me." I never thought he would have taken it that way. I felt like a terrible person. I got up and crossed the kitchen and made sure he was looking at me when I told him this.

"The only thing that would have been terrible was that I wouldn't have remembered it. I thought I had finally had you, only to never remember what it felt like. I want it to be engraved on my. I've thought about it, Eric, trust me. I think about you . . .it . . . all the time." Eric wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. I couldn't believe I just had that conversation with him. Eric was always so confident and I was always so shy. The tables had definitely turned.

"I think about you all the time, too." His smirk came back. He was back. "If you only knew the things I plan to do to you." I went to pull away from him, but his arms tightened around me. "What's wrong, Stackhouse? You look worried." His smile lit up the room and I rested my chin on his chest so I could look up at him.

"Let's eat." His smirk returned and I smacked his chest. "Food, you pervert! Food! Sheesh." I pulled away from him and we walked to the table.

"What happened last night, Eric?" He sighed.

"What's the last thing you remember from last night?"

"Leaving the park."

"I asked you if you wanted to come over to my place for a little while because you didn't want to go back home. You agreed, and we came here. I asked if you wanted a drink, and you only had two gin and tonics and you were gone. You know you used to be able to hold a lot more before you got drunk. Anyway, you got drunk and passed out on the couch. I carried you to the bedroom and you woke up long enough to change into one of my shirts and shorts and throw up. Which you did plenty of last night, by the way." I couldn't believe what an idiot I had been.

"Wait a minute. Nothing happened between the park and your apartment? We didn't bust in here making out, and you didn't have me pushed up against that table." He quickly looked down not meeting my eyes and shook his head no. "Eric Northman, I know you're lying. Spill!"

"You kissed me in the elevator, and I lost control. We made out all the way up here, and yes, you may have been pinned against a certain table, but that's as far as it got. Your phone rang, and I went to get drinks. How did you know that anyway?"

"Just a random flash." I could feel myself blush. Thinking about Eric with his hands on me like that was still getting me worked up. Subject change was necessary. "Okay, so, I'm starving." I picked up fork and focused on my food.

I had eaten Eric's cooking before, but I had forgotten just how good it was. The omelet practically exploded with flavor in my mouth. I took a sip of juice, and looked up at Eric to tell him how good it was, to find him staring at me.

"What?" He was making me extremely self conscious.

"Nothing." He said, smiling and shaking his head. I went back to my delicious food. Half-way through the omelet, I heard him drop his fork on his plate with a groan.

"Sookie, if you don't quit making those noises, I'm going to take you right here on this table." He growled. I had no idea what he was talking about, but just the image of Eric and me on the table had me wet. God, he still had that effect on me. I had to shake myself from the scene playing out in my head.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're moaning, Stackhouse, and at the moment, it's taking everything in me to not ravish you." I did owe him for his teasing in the kitchen. I sat back in my chair throwing my napkin in my plate.

"No-one asked you to behave, Northman. What's stopping you?" He arched a brow at me.

"Careful, Stackhouse. I wouldn't start what I couldn't finish." His smirk reappeared. He was taunting me. Two could play this game.

"From what I hear, you've never had a problem finishing. In fact, I hear you finish pretty fast." His smirk disappeared.

HA!

Good, I had gotten to him. Rule number one: Never question Eric Northman's manhood. I got up from the table and walked toward the living room. I never heard him coming. I was suddenly spun around as lips crashed down on mine. His tongue automatically slipped into my mouth, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped from me. I realized I was being pushed back onto the couch. Eric never lost contact with me. His body was laying over mine, but he rested his weight on his arms.

I broke the kiss for some much needed air, but his assault never ended. He simply moved down to my neck and nipped at the sensitive spot above my collarbone. I could hear my breathing accelerate, and I knew I was losing the upper hand.

"What's wrong Stackhouse? You're awfully quiet."

All it took was his cocky comment to fuel my actions. I trailed my hand down his chest to his abdomen. I slipped my hand under his shirt, and ran my nails down his abs. Slowly, I slid my hand down to his bulge. I cupped and stroked him; I heard his intake of air and smiled. His groans were turning me on, but I couldn't get lost in it. I took advantage of his state and rolled us so I was on top of him. With his help, I pulled his shirt off and almost crumbled at the beautiful sight that was in front of me. I kissed his chest and moved down to take one of his nipples into my mouth. I sucked and nibbled making it get hard and tight. Eric's hand slid into my hair pressing me to him.

"Harder.....Bite it harder." I don't know what had gotten into me, but I liked it. I bit harder on his nipple, and he growled. I showed the same attention to the other one and started to kiss a trail down his stomach.

.

"Sookie...." He said, as if he was warning me. I smiled against his skin. I stuck my tongue in his belly button and the man moaned like I had licked something else entirely. I liked being the one who made him make those noises. I came back up to his mouth and kissed him. My tongue explored every inch of his mouth. When he finally broke for air, I moved down to his neck and nipped.

"What's wrong, Northman? You're awfully quiet." I teased. I couldn't help it, he could be so smug sometimes. My plan had been to tease him and walk off, but I found it harder to do now that I had started. I kissed a trail to his ear and sucked his lobe into my mouth. "Cat got your tongue?" I heard a growl and then I was pinned to the couch again. His mouth ate at mine while his hand tugged at my shorts. They were off in no time and his fingers were pushing my panties aside. He slid his finger along my slit.

"What has you so wet, lover? Is that for me?" His thumb grazed across my clit and I jerked and gasped.

"Eric.." I moaned.

"Yes, lover?" He knew what he did to me. I slid my hand into his pants and grabbed him. He sucked in air, and I smiled as I slid my hand down his shaft. He was huge! I couldn't even wrap my hand around him.

"What has you so hard, Eric? Is that for me?" His eyes met mine and I felt that familiar pull to him.

"Only for you, Sookie." He slid a finger into me as he said it, and I arched into him. He slid in a second one, and I cried out. I started moving my hand along him, and was rewarded with a moan.

He thrust his fingers in and out of me at a torturous rate until I thought I was going to die. He thrust them into to me again and this time curled his fingers hitting something amazing. I screamed his name and squeezed him a little. He groaned, and thrust himself into my hand. At the same time he hit that spot again and I came with force.

"Oh God, Eric!" He continued to thrust into my hand as I pumped him. He thrust once more and yelled out my name. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting.

When my breathing calmed, I couldn't help but giggle. "Wow."

"Yeah. Wow." He kissed my forehead and turned where I was tucked into his side. We stayed like that for a long time. My leg started to go numb and I had to get up.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"My legs numb, and I need to go home before class starts." Eric pouted, but let me up. I went and got dressed while Eric cleaned up. I returned to find him sitting at the table with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I wanted to ask you something." He looked at me and I nodded for him to continue. "Fall break starts next week, and I was wondering if you would go somewhere with me?"

"Where?" His eyes met mine and refused to release me. I didn't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't what came out of his mouth.

"Home."

I froze. Home? Why would he want to go back home? That's the last place I wanted to be, and from the look on his face he was well aware of that. I could also see this was something he really wanted.

"Eric, I......it's just that I....there's nothing there for me anymore." He reached for my hand and pulled me into his lap.

"I want to go back home, Sookie, and it's just not home without you. I really want you to go." I rested my head on his shoulder. There were so many people that I never wanted to see again. There were a couple people who I would like to see though, and I could tell he really wanted to go. I don't think he had even been back home since he left. I don't remember hearing that he was back home this summer or even Christmas.

"Okay. I'll go with you." He squeezed me to him and kissed my head.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah." He laughed and I got up. "I've got to go." He walked me to the door.

"I'll call you after my class." I smiled and nodded. He kissed me bye and I walked back towards my dorm. I still couldn't believe I had agreed to this. I really didn't want to go back home, and I couldn't really think of a good reason why he wanted to. Eric wasn't that close to his family or anyone else for that matter. I guess everyone got a little home sick sometimes. I guess I should let Jason know.

Louisiana, here I come.

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