Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Charlaine Harris.

Time to check in on poor Eric.

The room was almost completely dark and after I closed the door it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. I could sense Eric in the room and I listened carefully. Of course there was no sound, he didn't breathe, and being the middle of the day he was almost certainly dead until dark.

Once my eyes had adjusted, I could make out his shape against the wall. I moved cautiously towards him listening and feeling through the bond for any sense of awareness. When I got close he shifted slightly and I felt the bond hum into life and I tried to block it as best I could. I knew he could smell me. His lip curled up and his fangs ran out but he kept his eyes closed.

He was sat on the floor with his legs spread out before him. His arms were chained out to the sides and his broad naked chest showed unhealed cuts and bruises. Another thicker silver chain was wrapped twice round his waist and bolted to the bottom of the wall on either side of him. His ankles were secured to the floor with what looked like silver shackles. He was wear the remnants of jeans, though they were very torn up and had been pushed up at the ankles so the silver was against his skin.

There was dried blood all over the floor beneath and around him, I was pretty sure it was mostly his. But worse than the silver and the burns and the cuts and the blood everywhere, was the drawn look to his face. It was like one of those storage bags where you use the vacuum to shrink it. His skin was pulled tight across his bones and his skin was whiter than I'd ever seen. Even his glow seemed diminished by his state.

Tears were pouring down my face at the sight of him. I wanted to rip out the chains and take him far away. I wanted to offer him me, all of me, every drop of blood I had, if he would just laugh and wink like the Eric I knew. I dropped to my knees beside his legs just out of reach and unbuttoned my shirt. I had tied the blood bag around my waist to both hide it and keep it warm. His hands curled into claws and a low growl rumbled in his chest.

Once I opened the valve on the blood he snarled and strained towards me, struggling against the chains that held him. The noises coming from him were terrible and I flinched back. He continued to struggle and I took a deep breath and leaned forward again. Being careful of his fangs, I put the tube to his lips. A slight groan escape him as he hungrily swallowed the first of it. I could see clearly that hunger wasn't the only appetite that my presence had aroused.

About half way into the bag he gasped "no" and his eyes sprung open to look at me. Had he recognised the taste of my blood? I had let Henry drink the blood he had brought, and used my own blood to fill the bag. Henry had protested but I had argued it would be safer if Eric recognised me. I wasn't convinced this was my real motivation though, in fact I was hoping Eric wouldn't even realise I'd been here, I just wanted it to be my blood that helped him. I had even topped up with synthetic blood myself to stay strong and to be able to feed Eric more if needed.

I could feel his internal struggle as he tried to pull back from drinking the familiar blood, despite his desperate thirst. I was overwhelmed at his strength that he could even consider refusing the blood, the state he was in. Finally his eyes focused more and he looked at me suspiciously, then his eyes scanned the room behind me. I tried to send reassurance through the bond but I wasn't sure how successful it was. I pushed the bag at him again. Once he determined that there was no one else in the room he resumed drinking, watching my eyes carefully the whole time. His gaze was curious, but I saw no obvious signs of recognition so I pushed my fear down and got on with the job at hand.

The bag was empty very quickly and he sighed. I could see his eyes drooping as sleep tried to take him once more. He was looking slightly better already. I knew he needed more blood but if he healed too much they would just hurt him more. I looked at his face drooped though I could feel he was fighting to stay conscious. My eyes wandered down his body and I realised what I was really here to do. I had told myself I was going to do everything I could to make sure Eric wasn't one of the vampires I'd seen on the disc. I couldn't give him too much blood, but I could help him in other ways. I put the empty bag on the floor and moved closer to him.

"We're not done yet." I whispered. His eyes had drifted down to my chest as his head drooped and as I moved forward they lifted to mine again.

"Sookie?" his mumbled indistinctly. He still seemed pretty out of it. Maybe that would make this easier.

I couldn't think too much about what I was about to do or I might not go through with it. I knew it was a risk, but I also knew it was one I was prepared to take, so I simply thrust myself forward planting my lips on his and kissing him. He responded immediately his head straining forward against the chains that held him tight to the wall. Grabbing his shoulders, I continued to kiss him as I manoeuvred myself onto his lap my legs straddling him. His kiss was intense and electricity was storming through my body as I felt his arousal beneath me.

As I ran my fingers through his hair I felt his shoulders stiffen. He stopped kissing me though my lips were still pressed to his. He growled and tried shake his head. His tongue continued to trace my lips but I could feel him trying to lock himself down, to fight his instincts.

"Oh yes lover" I whispered, trailing my hands down his torso and my lips down his neck. I could feel his shock and some fear under the lust, then an overwhelmingly stubborn determination. I could have laughed at the reversal of our roles and I trailed my lips along his collar bone.

"Urgh" he growled again, squeezing his eyes closed in concentration though he was still straining towards me. As I pulled back slightly to lift my skirt and remove my underwear he grinned at me briefly, then his eyes took on a far away look and I felt disgust through the bond. Stubborn vampire. I didn't know what memories or images he was using to fight his urges but I wasn't having any of it. I knew it was his fear of hurting me making him hold back but I had once relinquished my control to him, now it was his turn. He may not trust himself, but he was going to have to trust me instead.

I wasn't here to argue with him, I was here to … I dropped my head to his nipple, pulling it into my mouth and sucking, nibbling gently then harder. He grunted and his hips lifted slightly. The chains strained against his body and arms. I lifted my head and looked him in the eye. I could feel his need as I challenged him with my eyes. Before he could protest again I was kissing him for all I was worth and he was as fervent. His lips were urgent and demanding and every nerve in my body seemed to be on fire. I reached down between us to free him from his jeans stroking him to full hardness. I could feel the battle between what he wanted and the need to stay in control, and I almost laughed out loud as I recognised the dilemma.

"You will yield to me." I murmured playfully as I started running my lips up his neck and nibbling at the skin. I felt his chest shake with his laugh and lust flowed through the bond again. I continued to pull my panties off.

"Do you remember our shower?" I whispered and a slight moan rumbled in his throat as I went back to straddling him on my knees, pressing my breasts against him as I pushed his head down to them. He took a nipple in his mouth sucking and nibbling. I knew there was a risk he would bite, but he didn't. "What about my kitchen table? Do you remember the kitchen table?" I continued, my hand was down between us as I teased his sensitive tip against my opening.

He was straining against the silver as his lips sought any part of me they could reach. I was so wet for him as I recalled my own memories of the time he spent at my house. Almost without deciding to do it I pushed down hard onto his full length, gasping with his size, with my desire. His hands were clenching and his back arched while his head strained forward trying to touch me any way he could.

Fuelled by the combined lust of the bond and an overwhelming sense of power, I lifted and fell again and again, riding him hard and fast. My breath came quicker and I could feel my climax building. My hands were on his shoulders, my nails digging into the skin as my eyes burned into his. He was straining to bury himself further into me and I pushed down taking him as deep as I could, my head dropping back as I fought the urge to cry out.

A wild abandon took me as I thrust down onto him again and again, my breasts bouncing against him. Then as I felt myself nearing the peak, I dropped my head to kiss him and bit him on the soft skin of his bottom lip, drawing hard on his blood as my contracting walls drew on his length. A long groan escaped him that may have been a word mumbled against my mouth as I felt him shudder and convulse, climaxing in response as I clung to him shivering.

I licked the wound on his lip gently and then dropped my head against his chest as my breathing returned to normal. I could feel his face against my hair as he breathed in my scent and a sense of peace settled between us. Weirdly, despite the situation I felt the calm comfort of his presence. In that moment I knew, it was not the bond that made me feel that way. I was not sure why I knew it but I did. I couldn't speak. I wouldn't know what to say in any case. The sex had felt so easy, so natural, like coming home. It had also been raw, quick and intense. I marvelled at the sense of power I felt. Briefly I entertained the thought of tying Eric up again some time, just for my own amusement.

I could feel confusion coming from him. Then the soft shaking of his chest.

"I'm glad you find this entertaining." he rasped. He had clearly felt my amusement through the bond, which I realised was as strong as it had ever been, maybe even stronger. Shit. Of course, I had taken his blood again. I hadn't even planned to do that. He needed his strength, what was I thinking? Well I hadn't been thinking had I. My God, I was here to help him keep control, not to lose control myself. But that was what I had done. It had just been so long since I'd had sex. Plus the situation, with the danger, and with Eric being tied up, and I hadn't touched him in so long. Besides, having Eric Northman at your mercy could not be something many people got to experience. I hadn't thought I was the kind of person to enjoy that sort of thing, but the fact was it was a huge turn on.

I trailed my fingers down his chest drawing circles around his nipple and then stroking the brush of soft hair that ran down from his navel. I felt him twitch into life beneath me and felt his desire growing again. Eric had never been a one time only guy, I needed to give him as much release as I could and I needed to give him more blood in any case to make up for what I had taken. I lifted off of him and shuffled back on my knees. With what I hoped was a mischievous grin at him I lent over and took him in my mouth.

I was delighted with the deep response I felt from him. I could hear the chains straining against the wall and feel his muscles contracting. The idea of Eric being helpless in the onslaught of my sexual advances had my own inner muscles contracting as I curled my tongue around him with my hand circling at his base.

He was hard again almost immediately and he growled as I teased him with my tongue. I was licking and sucking and nibbling as he twitched and squirmed beneath me. My hand cupped beneath him as I brushed the spot behind his balls. A strangled cry came from above me, something between pleasure and need, I would have been grinning if my mouth wasn't so full.

"Now!" he demanded after a while and I lifted my head and crawled forward again he looked relieved and excited until I started sliding down onto him very very slowly as I looked in his eyes. They were glowing and his mouth was slightly open. I brushed my lips against his and ran my tongue over his fangs. I ran my nails down his neck and over his shoulders maintaining a slow and steady rhythm, though I knew it was driving him crazy.

I slowly increased the pace as I ran one hand over his head and grabbed a tight hold of his hair. I trailed my other hand down over my breasts, circling and stroking before pinching my already rock-hard nipples touching my body in the way I knew he was dying to do himself. My hand wandered down over my stomach and lower. Then I started to stroke myself and moaned. Eric's eyes followed my hand with rapt attention as if he could will himself into the place of my fingers. I could feel his frustration and excitement rising as I pleasured myself with my fingers and his manhood. His response was driving me on as I settled into a rhythm. His fangs were gleaming and his tongue followed the movement of my fingers as his eyes blazed. He was close and so was I.

I pushed down hard onto him and bit my tongue to stop from crying out. Still gripping his hair tightly, I yanked his head towards to my neck. Pushing up to meet him and bringing him back down again as he filled me completely. I felt his fangs penetrate as I drifted away on a wave of pure pleasure. When I came to, Eric was licking my neck and my body felt deliciously like a sponge. Wrapping my arms around him, I held myself against him for a moment as I pulled myself back together. Later I would marvel that he had been able to stop once he bit into me, but in the moment I simply knew that I trusted him completely, and that even if he couldn't stop, I would give it to him anyway.

"I have to go" I whispered. Pulling away, I refastened my clothes, carefully tucking the empty blood bag back inside my shirt. I didn't look at Eric. I couldn't. The wild woman I had been, just a few moments before, was gone and I was back to being myself. My hands were shaking and I knew I would be in a panic over my behaviour if I thought about it. So I focused on what I needed to do.

I had gone over and over every detail in my head the night before. Anything that might give us away had to be covered. When I was presentable I knelt before him again. After setting him to rights, I took a small knife from my shoe and nicked his chest. He didn't even flinch and I could feel the sleep pulling on him though he was fighting it. I rubbed his blood on the bite marks on my neck then lent forward to him so he could lick it clean. I still couldn't meet his eyes. When he was done I quickly kissed his cheek and left. I could feel him slipping into sleep as I reached the door.

I didn't remember much about leaving the building. Mark, being a shifter, had a good idea of what I had done when I came out. Whether he had heard or just picked up on the scents I couldn't be sure, but he didn't seem very happy about it. Luckily for us both he didn't say anything. I guess the dazed look on my face convinced the other guards I was a dumb as they expected and no one questioned us. Mark drove me back to my car in silence and left without uttering a word. Once back at my apartment I took a long shower and slid into bed. Curling around a pillow, the tears that had started as soon as I left Mark still pouring, I fell into a deep but troubled sleep.

Just after dark there was a knock at the glass door that led to the balcony. Henry was looking at me carefully as I pulled it open.

"Mission accomplished." was all I said. Henry was wise enough to say nothing. He simply nodded, flashed me a small smile and left. I went back to bed.

I know the events in this chapter are a little out of character for Sookie, but I couldn't resist taking advantage of the lascivious leading-man when he was all tied up like that. I've never tried to write this sort of scene before so I hope it works. Feedback very much appreciated as planning more sexy fun with the big blonde later.

No Vampires were hurt in the making of this chapter ;-)

Thanks for reading.