I do not own any of these characters. Charlaine Harris does. Please don't sue!
A/N: Eric/Sookie nookie ahead. You've been warned. This is a short chapter. The next one will be much longer.
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We hadn't even gotten out of the car at Fangtasia and I was already angry. Just as we had pulled in, my eyes caught sight of a very familiar shape. Quinn. Super, just super, I knew this was going to end in someone getting hurt. To his credit, Eric didn't even acknowledge him. He stood and came to open the car door for me. Eric offered me a hand as I tried to climb out of his car without falling off of my high heels.
While shopping with Pam I had purchased a sexy little number that I thought Eric would enjoy. He enjoyed it so much that I decided to wear it to the bar. Eric liked showing me off, and as much as I use to write it off as just a stroke to his own ego, I was realizing that I liked it too. I was vain, so sue me, I liked feeling desired.
The dress was flimsy, to say the least. It was thin silky fabric that stopped two inches above my knees. The top was a low cut halter with a bit of sparkly detail that only served to attract attention to my breasts. It was a dark midnight blue color and I had found matching strapped heels to go with it.
Pam loved the outfit and insisted that I show Eric as soon as I got home. So after our shower, I had him wait in the living room area of his safe room. To say that his jaw dropped when he saw me, was an understatement. He would have taken me right there on the floor, but we had to get to Fangtasia.
Now I was regretting going for the sex kitten look, mostly because I was going to have to deal with a very large kitten, and soon. Eric grabbed my hand and walked in the front door of Fangtasia, this was for the benefit of everyone else, if he wanted to be inconspicuous (word of the day, thank you) he could have gone in the employee entrance.
Pam was already there and at the door. She gave Eric a nod and me a big smile, taking in the fact that I wore the dress. Before one foot was in the door I put my shields up, I was to scared to hear what other people may be thinking about us. We stopped at the bar to get me a gin and tonic and then continued back to Eric's office. It wasn't until I was walking through the door, that I realized Quinn was behind us.
Eric sat me behind his desk and propped himself up on the edge of it. He didn't want Quinn anywhere near me. Quinn stood by the doorway, looking from me to Eric and then back to me again. He tried to look calm, but his eyes gave away the quiet rage that he felt.
"Quinn, I assume there is a reason for you being here?" Eric's voice was ice cold, he was not pleased to see Quinn.
"I want to find out what you require of me, so I can do it, and be on my way."
"Nothing. I require nothing. I've talked to Felipe, you are going to be back in his debt. With the understanding, that if I do need something in the future, I will call upon that debt, through Felipe. My lo-, my fiance is uncomfortable with your constant presence. So, I've released you back to Felipe." Eric made a shooing motion with his hand. It was intended to make Quinn leave, but he stood there, staring holes into me.
"Babe, are you uncomfortable?" I winced, I knew what was coming. To my surprise, Eric didn't get up and kill him, though at the moment, I wouldn't have blamed him. Quinn was doing everything he could to make Eric mad. Instead of strangling him, Eric turned to me, waiting for my answer.
"Yes, Quinn, I am. I'd appreciate it if you not call me babe. I'm uncomfortable, because I feel like you are trying to anger Eric to the point of violence."
"He's a monster Sookie. I don't have to provoke what is already there." Quinn shot a cold look at Eric. "You're just too blind to see it." My hand shot out and held onto Eric's wrist. Not that it would stop him, if he really wanted to kill Quinn. Again, to my surprise, Eric didn't even move. He may not have been moving, but I could feel every bit of his rage.
"He is not a monster. He's not. You don't know anything. He loves me." My voice was starting to raise. I was sick of everyone assuming they knew Eric. They didn't know him like I did. No one was there when he knelt to the ground to propose, or when he sank to his knees and called me his Queen.
"What you know about him would fit on an index card, Sookie, trust me. He's pure evil. He'll use you and in a few years he'll trade you in for a newer model."
Normally, I'm not for violence, but now, my blood was boiling. I stood up and moved past Eric. I stepped in front of Quinn and looked up into his eyes.
"You listen to me, kitty cat. If you ever, say a word about Eric, my lover, my fiance, I will personally take you out. You won't have to worry about him." I could feel pride flowing from Eric. Quinn on the other hand was furious.
"Have it your way. Just don't cry to me when he ditches you for the first fangbanger that strolls into his office when your not here. You can't be here every night." Quinn turned and left Eric's office, slamming the door behind him.
My whole body was shaking with rage. I felt Eric's arms tightening around me, but my rage was a long way from being gone. I turned in his arms and pounded against his chest.
"Why didn't you say something?" I was practically shrieking, but it quickly turned into sobs. I pounded his chest again and then laid my head against it. He brought one hand up to brush through my hair.
"Lover, I spend a lot of time defending what we have. I just wanted to see if you'd do the same."
I pulled back and started to push away. "You doubted me? You doubted my feelings?"
"No, never. I just wanted to see what you would do if I were not around to defend our love."
"Pleased?"
"Very. Now lover, if your calm enough. Let's go sit with your adoring fans." I snorted.
"Sure Eric. They are all here to see me." I laughed at the thought. Eric was the attraction at this bar, and he knew it. He grabbed my hand and escorted me out onto the floor of Fangtasia.
I had only been sitting at his side for two minutes when I heard my phone ringing in my purse. I sifted through all the stuff I managed to cram in there and pulled my phone out. It was Sam. I showed the caller ID to Eric and he just shrugged. I stood and made my way back to his office, answering the phone while I walked back.
"Hi Sam, I'm making my way to Eric's office to get away from the noise." I'm sure he could barely hear me over the music thumping at Fangtasia. When I finally got back to Eric's office I shut the door behind me and curled up on the sofa.
"Okay, thats better. What's up?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, perfect. why?"
"Quinn just called me." I felt my anger rising. Quinn just didn't know when to let things be. "Sookie, he told me your in some kind of trouble with Eric."
"WHAT?" I tried to calm myself. It was becoming obvious that I was going to have to break the news to Sam on the phone.
"Sam, look, I didn't want to do this on the phone, but I have some things to tell you."
"This doesn't sound good."
"It is, well, for me. But you're not going to be happy. Eric and I are in love. So much in love, that we are now engaged." I waited to hear the screaming from the other end, but it never came.
"I know there is more, just tell me the rest." His voice sounded barely controlled. I knew he was fighting the urge to yell.
"Well, Eric is going to be made King of Louisiana. The bigger news is, that for the first time, a King will be taking a human Queen."
"You?"
"Me."
"Sookie, What the hell are you thinking? You're a human, you can't be Queen of the Louisiana vampires. This isn't even funny. We will have to start handing out numbers to the vamps that will be in this bar looking to kill my best waitress."
"Yeah, Sam, about that..."
"Oh no, you can't be serious. You're quitting?"
"With Eric as King, it would look bad to have me waiting tables at a bar. I'm so sorry Sam. I'll be moving to Shreveport. Amelia is going to rent my gran's house. But I will work my shift until you find someone to replace me."
"No one could replace you." He took a deep breath, I could feel the anger through the phone. "You're making a bad choice. You said you didn't want to get involved with vampire shit, but here you are, marrying one of the most dangerous vamps around. You're not even sure what you want, but you're going to run away and marry him?" I almost started yelling, but I knew he needed to get this out.
"He can't give you kids, Sookie. But I can. He can't cook you breakfast in the morning, or spend the day in the sun with you. But I can. I can do all these things, but you choose him. Why, why not me?" His voice wasn't angry any more, it was desperate. I felt the tears rolling down my face. Sam was one of my closest friends, and I had been foolish enough to believe he didn't want more.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I really-"
"Forget it Sookie. Good luck, you'll need it." Before I could say anything else the phone clicked. He had hung up on me.
I slammed my phone down next to me and sunk my head into my hands. No one was happy for me. I thought someone would be, but it looked like all I would have, would be Eric and Pam. I had told Sam that Amelia would be renting my gran's house. But who knew if she would. I hadn't even talked to her yet.
I picked my phone back up and looked at the time. It was only midnight. Not too late to call her. I punched the numbers into my phone and waited for her to pick up.
"Sookie?"
"Yeah, sorry for calling so late."
"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing, I need to talk to you."
"Sure, shoot."
"Eric and I are in love. He proposed to me on the way home from Vegas and I accepted. That's not all, he's going to be the new King of Louisiana, and he is taking me as his Queen. Which means I had to quit at Merlotte's and move to Shreveport with him. I don't want to sell my gran's house, so I was hoping you'd stay there and just continue renting from me."
"You're marrying him?!" Her voice was raised, I prepared myself for the lecture next. "Oh Sookie, Thats wonderful. Will I be invited to the wedding? I'm so excited for you."
"What about the rest of it?"
"Well, I'm not so thrilled about you being Queen, but that has nothing to do with Eric. I just worry for your safety, but I know he will protect you. And yes, I will be happy to continue living here.
"Really, you're honestly happy for me?"
"Of course I am, he loves you, you love him. It's your classic girl meets vamp love story."
"Thank you so much Amelia, it's nice to know that someone will be happy."
"Aww, Sook, just give everyone time, they'll come around."
"I hope so, thanks again."
"No prob girl, come see me soon, I miss you."
"I will, good night."
"Night Night." I hung up the phone and smiled, just a little. I was still heartbroken over Sam's reaction, but I was happy that Amelia accepted us, and that I wouldn't have to sell my gran's house. I stood and found the mirror that hung in Eric's closet, making sure that I looked acceptable again.
~*~
As soon as I stepped out of Eric's office I could hear the thumping music coming from the main bar area. I decided to have some fun. I was tired of being sad Sookie. Tonight I was going to let loose a bit, and give Eric the ride of his life.
I stepped out into the bar and swayed my hips a bit as I walked. I walked right in front of Eric's throne, straight past the line of fangbangers waiting to see him. I let my hand slip over his thigh as I walked over to the bar. Felicia was bartending, I didn't even have to ask, she knew, gin and tonic. I downed it in a second and used my liquid courage to make my way to the dance floor. I made sure I was clearly in Eric's sight.
I shook my hips to the music and swayed a bit, running my hands over myself seductively. If Eric was going to test my anger control with Quinn, I was going to test his sex control, by dancing when I knew he couldn't take me in the middle of the bar. Many guys approached me to dance, I was letting loose, but I wasn't stupid. I gently pushed them away. I didn't want Eric to kill someone over a dance.
I turned my back to Eric and dipped low, writhing my hips as I raised back up. I could feel the lust come across our bond. When I turned back to him his legs were slightly spread, even from where I was standing I could see the bulge in his pants. The fangbangers kneeling before him were getting an eyeful. I saw his tongue slip out and brush over his lower lip, then I watched as he ran his tongue over the tip of his fangs. That shot a warm tingly feeling straight between my legs. I tossed my head back while I danced, running my hands through my hair and then letting my fingertips trail over the side of my neck.
When the song was over I casually walked up to Eric and sat down on a chair that had been placed next to his. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. His voice was husky and dripping with desire.
"My Queen, you will pay for that when this bar closes." I didn't even respond, I just flashed him a wicked smile and turned my attentions to the throngs of people preparing to throw themselves at my viking King. The night went by pretty fast, before I knew it, it was 2am and people were leaving. Soon it was just us and the night time cleaning crew.
"Leave us." Eric practically growled at the women who were cleaning tables. I stood and went over to the bar, preparing to drag this out, continuing my tease.
"I'm going to have a drink." I tilted my neck to him but grabbed a bottle of True Blood and held it out. "You want some?" Eric didn't even speak, by the time he was standing in front of me he had torn the shirt from his body. I was speechless, he was really going to take me right here in the bar. I faced him, standing with my back pressed against the bar.
"I'm going to take you, now. And you'll enjoy every second of it." That sent shivers down my spine, he didn't need to tell me I'd enjoy it. I knew I would. Eric grabbed the bottle of blood from my hand and threw it to the floor. He grabbed my waist and sat me on top of the bar, ripping my panties off at the same time. He slid his hands down and yanked my shoes off, then freed himself of his pants and boxers. I parted my legs to let him slide between me, but he had other ideas. He pulled a bar stool over and placed it in front of me, I watched him slide down until he was sitting on it. His face was level with the bar. Oh my viking god. I knew I was in for it.
He spread my legs a little further apart and nuzzled against my thigh, lightly nipping the soft skin. I tossed my head back and whimpered. Suddenly he stopped, my head snapped back down to look at him.
"Lover, I will only continue, if you are watching me." I nodded my head and locked eyes with him. He slid back down and continued to nip at my sensitive skin. Finally after what felt like an hour of torture, he slid his tongue inside me. My hands were gripping the bar, my knuckles white from holding on tight. Eric slid one hand under each cheek and lifted me slightly. He returned his tongue to me and I swear I saw stars. I tried thrusting, but he held me completely still, forcing me to remain motionless as wave after wave of pleasure ran through my body. When I was nothing more than a trembling puddle of goo he turned his head to my thigh and bit. That sent a whole other wave of pleasure through me. He was certainly in rare form tonight.
When he had his fill of my blood he pushed me back onto the bar so I was laying down flat on top of it. With all the grace of a big cat he jumped up onto the bar with me. He grabbed my legs and lifted them into the air, placing them against his chest. He slid closer to me, on his knees, pulling my hips up so that he could enter me. I screamed out and grabbed onto the sides of the bar as he pounded into me. He was pulling almost all the way out, then thrusting back in, bucking a little once he was in, just to see if he could get any deeper. He wouldn't let up, he kept up his frenzied pace, his fingers digging into my hips. He turned his head to my legs that were propped up against him, he lightly licked the arch of my foot, that sent me over the edge. I felt my muscles tighten around him as he came too. He tossed his head back and let out a low growl when he came, I whimpered and cried his name as I did.
I laid on the bar, my chest heaving beneath my dress. Eric slowly pulled out of me and jumped off the bar. He grabbed my knees and swung me around, helping me down from the bar. I managed to find my shredded panties and toss them in the trash. I slipped my shoes on, Eric's shirt was done for but he found his pants and boxers and slid them back on.
"You may all come back." His voice boomed through the bar. I felt a wave of embarrassment. How had I forgotten people where here? I knew they heard my screams, begging him for release. Eric didn't look the least bit upset, he was just smiling. He grabbed my hand, and before anyone else could stare me down, he took me outside and put me in the car.
"Did you want to go get some of your things from Bon Temps?"
"Sure. Sounds like a plan, I could use some more clothes at your place anyway."
"Our place." He corrected me and reached down for my hand.
~*~
We had settled into a comfortable silence when my phone rang. I grabbed it out of my purse and rolled my eyes.
"It's Felipe, I guess I have to answer."
"Please do."
I opened the phone and prepared to fake being happy to hear from him.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Stackhouse."
"Yes, King. Good evening."
"Thank you. Have you and Eric had your discussion."
"Yes Sir, we have."
"Are you willing to be his Queen?"
"I am, your majesty."
"Wonderful."
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, I just wanted to hear it first hand. We will be including you in his coronation. I hope you do not mind."
"Not at all."
"Excellent. Thank you for your time Ms. Stackhouse. Have a nice evening."
"You too, King."
I heard a click and I hung up my phone. I turned and gave Eric a look. "What is that? Why is he being so nice?"
"Because once I am King, you will no longer be required to assist him. He is, for lack of a better phrase, kissing your ass."
I burst into laughter, I could barely contain it. Felipe was kissing up to me, so I would continue to help him. I was surprised to find that I did want to help.
"Can I keep helping him? I know it's weird, but I'm enjoying the work."
"If that is what you would like, you are free to do so."
"Thank you. However, I don't think I'll tell him just yet. I'll let him sweat it out."
It was Eric's turn to laugh now. I looked over to him, his smile was genuine, and I loved it.
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TBC
