While Awaiting Sunday

Chapter 10

A/N: Well, season 3 finally has begun! Yeah! And can we just say that we welcome Eric/Alex back (baby's got back…LOL) with open arms. I didn't even know men had muscles like that! I have been missing out…

And here we go with another minor vignette. Remember, Bill exists in my stories, if he does at all, simply as a tool for Eric/Sookie, because he is such a tool…boring and bland to boot. How anyone can survive a scene with the magnetism of Eric/Alex is beyond me. And SM is absolutely no match. Key to understanding this series….Dictionary (2) vignette: a brief scene from a movie or play…NOT intended to link together. I reread the entire WAS series and loved the first few chapters as a stand-alone story and may pick that one up separately in a different title altogether. This picks up in the vignette series that began sometime after those first two chapters. Enjoy! Best lines from Ep 1 at the end.

Don't own. Just taking characters out to play.

Sookie stalked into the front door of Fangtasia in her lavender dress. She walked in as if she owned the place, her fear of vampires long gone as she sought out Eric. Really, he had gone too far this time.

Pam greeted Sookie with her usually suggestive purr, "Sookie. How nice to see you. How did you know that lavender was my favorite color?"

Sookie rolled her eyes and tightened her lips. "Really Pam. I don't have time for your lesbian weirdness. Where is Eric?"

Pam smirked, only to glad to share, or rather not share, her boss' current location. "He is…indisposed." Pam petulant tone left no room for interpretation as to how Eric was currently 'indisposed.' If Sookie wasn't already furious at Eric for taking Bill, she was now.

She kept her face blank even as she turned towards the basement, knowing what 'indisposed' meant. She had never believed Eric to be a saint, certainly, but she had also never been confronted with him being with someone else. He always was so intent on being with her…somehow she felt let down. And that added irritation, on top of her fear for Bill, played in her mind. Was that jealousy? No! She was here because Eric took Bill. She shouldn't care if she was about to walk in on him with someone else, hopefully another woman and not a man, but with Eric, who knew?

She angrily threw open the basement door and stormed down the steps on her too-high heels, only to be met with the sight of Eric's naked backside pounding into a woman with vampiric speed. The moans of pleasure from the woman only heightened Sookie's irritation. And seeing Eric… well 'gracious plenty' indeed!

"Holy Ass!" She breathed rather more harshly than she would have liked. Even in her anger, and what she had a niggling feeling might be jealousy, she was still overwhelmed with Eric. The whole Eric, and nothing but the Eric.

She came to a full stop on the second to the last step on the stairs down as Eric turned to face her, giving the woman some last minute suggestions about not going anywhere. Exactly where did he think she was going to go, Sookie thought idly. While not exactly tied up, judging from her condition, it was unlikely she was going anyplace any time soon.

"Sookie," Eric's velvet voice slid across the darkened basement. "Pam?" Eric's child could feel the annoyance in her maker's voice, even as his facial expression stayed still and his eyes remained on Sookie.

"Oh, so sorry," Pam oozed, not caring a whit the trouble she had just stirred up. She considered it her personal mission to rile her maker and his infatuation. This would entertain her for days, and also pay Eric back for his selfishness regarding Yvetta. "She just overpowered me."

Eric stalked slowly towards Sookie as he felt her heartbeat continue to escalate. She tried hard to keep her eyes directed to the side or on his face, but he saw her lick her lips. With his blood in her, he could also feel her emotions. She was angry, afraid, irritated, and…could that be? Was it possible that Sookie might suffer from the green-eyed monster regarding him? The idea brought a knowing smirk to his lips.

"Pam, you may leave. Now," he added when he thought she might protest.

"Eric." Sookie tried to calmly acknowledge his greeting as he approached her on the stairs. With her standing on the second step from the bottom, and him on the floor, it brought her almost eye to eye with him. Her mouth was dry and her greeting sounded more like a croak.

The arrogant grin on Eric's face widened slightly as he took in her embarrassed perusal even as she tried to hide it. "See something you like, Sookie?" The velvet purr in his voice grated on her already fragile nerves, serving to infuriate her and bring back her reason for being there in the first place.

"Where is Bill?" She asked abruptly, taking her mind off of the naked man standing directly in front of her.

Eric's eyes slid over her purple dress and her fancy hair, "Judging by how you are dressed, I think I should be asking you that."

"He's gone. Taken from where we were having dinner. Where were you around eleven o'clock?"

"Right here, with Yvetta. Yvetta," Eric turned his body slightly to Yvetta but never took his eyes off of Sookie, "this is Sookie. Sookie, this is my new dancer, Yvetta."

"She doesn't look like she is dancing now," Sookie was horrified at the snappish tone that was clear in her voice. The tone alone offered condescension and disapproval at Eric's behavior. He knew that she was bothered by Yvetta, more than just embarrassed, but personally pissed off, something she really had no right to be.

"No, not now. I'm afraid six hours straight is quite a bit for even the strongest of humans to take."

"Six hours? You've been doing this for six hours?" Sookie couldn't keep the disbelief out of her voice. Bill was good for maybe once a night, twice sometimes, but never a continual six hours. Hell, she was sure she couldn't handle six hours either. But as good as Eric looked… No! Stop it Sookie, she screamed in her head.

"You sound surprised, lover." Again that mocking tone, "What? Bill hasn't displayed that amount of endurance?"

Eric moved directly in front of her, close enough to feel her heated breath on his face. He could see the artery in her neck pounding a staccato rhythm the closer he came. His eyes were locked on hers and when she didn't respond he stepped in. "So Bill is missing. And you came here because you thought I took him. Why would I do that?"

"You hate Bill. And if it wasn't you it was Lorena. Where is she?"

"I didn't take him, and Lorena is a good theory. But given your last exchange with her, perhaps it would be best if I went to look for him."

"And why would you do that?"

"While it is true, I have no use for Bill Compton, if a vampire in my area has been kidnapped whether by human or vampire, I am duty bound to find him." Eric allowed his eyes to slowly rake over Sookie's face and down her body. One hand slowly, automatically, reached for himself and slowly stroked while the other ran a barely-there touch from Sookie's blushing cheek across her lips and down her neck. As his finger slid past the small divot in her neck and down her breast bone, he whispered, "Even if I want what is his."

Sookie shivered, pretty sure it wasn't from the cool basement. Her body was burning up and the slight stroke from Eric's finger was sending lightening sparks through her body. She was eye to eye with him for the first time ever and as he touched her, she watched as his eyes greedily took in her skin, her face, her body.

"I belong to Bill," Sookie whispered, no longer sure herself. If she really belonged to Bill, if she really was going to marry Bill, if she really hated Eric like she said she did, then why were her breasts suddenly swollen and her feminine channel suddenly hot and damp, with just a touch… from Eric.

Eric could smell her arousal. Her scent was easy to sort from Yvetta's muskier one. Sookie's scent smelled sweet, like honey and innocence, all the things that she was. All that Yvetta was not. Yvetta was a convenience, a desirable one of course, but a convenience none the less. Sookie could never be just a convenience. She could be everything.

The finger that still rested at Sookie's chin gently hooked under her jaw and carefully drew her the mere inches to his mouth. He had done this a hundred times in her dreams, their dreams…those shared moments where he could talk to her of *them*, of love and life, touch her soft naked skin, rub himself against her, fill her mercilessly over and over again.

And now she stood directly in front of him, barely breathing as his lips drew closer, aching with need of him just as he was in a constant need for her. Afraid to touch her with more than the light touch of his finger under her chin for fear of breaking the moment, he simply left his other hand wrapped around his now painful erection. His eyes held hers until their lips were almost touching. Her eyes snapped shut and he closed that tiny distance. His mouth sucked on her lower lip, gently demanding entrance and surprising them both, she gave in, letting him explore her mouth but not making any overt moves of her own.

Eric felt the wet heat of her mouth, the taste of the champagne she must have shared with Bill at dinner. Through their bond, he could feel her confusion, desire, anger, and yes, even jealousy, although that seemed to have temporarily moved to the background. His tongue lingered carefully, not wanting to frighten her, but unwilling to separate from her either.

In the end, she broke the kiss, pulling away but bringing her fingers to her lips, touching where his taste had just left hers. "Eric," she breathed breathless.

"Lover," Eric drawled.

Her fingers still on her bruised and tender lips, she whispered, "I'm going to marry Bill. This will never happen between us, Eric."

Eric laughed arrogantly, "Oh, lover it already has don't you think?"

His haughty laughter filled the basement in a seeming echo, breaking the spell Sookie had fallen under. Before she thought, her hand raised high and she threw all of her weight into the slap. Eric's head moved, but his body never did. And she saw blood. The diamond in the engagement ring Bill had given her cut his face, right across the cheekbone. Sookie took some sense of satisfaction in that. She had hurt him, however momentarily.

She saw Eric's tall, naked body in front of her, that trademark superior smirk on his lips. She saw the dark and dank cement basement with his latest triumph held up by ropes to hold her abused body up for his entertainment. The fury she had when she entered Fangtasia roared back three-fold. He may not have taken Bill, but he would have gladly taken her…in a way, had taken her, right in front of the floozy he had been screwing only moments earlier.

He was constantly trying to seduce her, in her dreams and in every conversation, every look they ever exchanged. He made her believe she was special, and yet here he was with what was sure to be just one more in a long line of women he had night after night. She knew it was absurd to think he would wait for her, hold out to have just her. That she would ever be his only one. But it made her crazy to think of him with anyone else as well. And crazier still to think she never felt this strongly about Bill with another woman, even Lorena. What in the world was wrong with her?

And what filled her with even a more powerful rage, creating a smoldering, red-hot volcano she would name Eric if, more like when she thought, it ever erupted, was that she wanted all of these things from him. She had wanted him to kiss her, right there in front of his current sex toy, somehow proving to herself that he desired her more than the trollop tied there. She wanted to see him naked, in the flesh, not in her dreams. She wanted that arrogant, controlling, virile and erotic exemplar of a man to be entirely focused on her. And she did NOT want to want that, she didn't want to crave his attention. But she did and that just pissed her off as nothing else had ever before.

Eric's dangerous growl brought her out of her uncontrolled wild thoughts and back to the situation at hand. His thumb went to the already healing cut on his face, wiping the blood onto his finger and bringing it to his lips to suck it off. His tongue darted out from between his lips and slowly stroked the length of his finger, ending with sucking the blood off the tip. It was clear that he was thinking not about licking the precious liquid from his finger, but more like the sweet honey that she couldn't stop her traitorous body from sending sizzling through her wet channel.

She swallowed hard, the nervous bobbing of her Adam's apple and rapid beat of her neck artery giving away the effect he had on her. Angry or not, she would be falling at his feet soon, completely throwing away her pride, her self-respect, everything, just to have him touch her like he'd just touched his finger.

Sookie quickly turned, grabbing onto the stair handrail to steady herself, and tried to calmly walk out of the basement leaving him behind as coldly as possibly. Everything in her wanted to run, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

He never moved from where he stood on the cold floor of the basement, watching her slowly walk up the stairs, her pleated lavender dress swaying with every movement of her hips. He thought he might have groaned out loud as he watched her go, head held high, the dress leaving most of her upper chest and back exposed and her tan well-toned legs as well.

She stopped half-way up the stairs, her usual haughty bitchy façade back in place on her beautiful face. "Find Bill, Eric. It's your job. Best get started…he's already been missing 6 hours. And Eric, you still owe me $10,000." She narrowed her eyes as she once again took in the picture before her. She wanted to forget Eric in all his naked beauty, still holding his huge endowment in his hand, craving her now and not his tramp. But she wanted to remember the ropes, the exhausted and abused woman behind him, the arrogance and conceit in his face, his smile, his eyes.

Infuriated once again, another eruption burst through before she could tamp it down. "I'm marrying Bill, Eric." She wasn't sure if she was saying that for her benefit or his anymore. "Stay out of my dreams, out of my head, and away from my body. I don't belong to you and I never will." Her declaration came out as a dangerous hiss.

She turned quickly and almost ran the rest of the way up the stairs, hearing his words echoing behind her, "Methinks she doth protest too much, my lovely Sookie." The door to the basement slammed closed on his amused laughter as she raced out of Fangtasia.

TBC

Best lines/scenes that I can remember from S3, E1:

"I don't have time for your lesbian weirdness, Pam." Sookie to Pam.

"See something you like, Sookie?" Eric to Sookie.

"Don't go anywhere." Eric to Yvetta.

"I'm still working on this theory thank you very much." Sookie to Eric.

Eric's lust filled rake of Sookie when saying "Even if he has something I want." (OMG—that goes up there with the "Trust Me." From last season).

Well, the entire Eric basement scene. That pretty much sealed the deal for me.

The scene with Bill and Sam in Arkansas. Bill to Sam discussing their soon to be shared shower "I hear the water here in Arkansas is *hard*." Then Sam being woken up by the Chamber of Commerce lady, "I hope I didn't wake you Mr. Merlotte." "Actually I'm really glad you did." LOL!

Best line in entire show..."Conscience off. Dick on." Priceless. Andy to Jason.

"I'm sorry you fell in love with a serial killer alright? But honestly who here hasn't?" Arlene to Tara.

"Shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck." Jessica to the dead man.

Lafayette rocks... "bitch you me bridge ain't gon' never motherfuckin happen." How I wish I could say it like Lafayette! Bend it like Beckam, say it like Lafayette.

Any scene with Jessica, Pam or Lafayette is *guaranteed* to rock. And of course, Eric..nuf said. Any other scenes are bound to be hit or miss, IMHO.

I'm sure there are several more, probably many more. I hope James Frain (Franklin Mott) shows up soon to save the *way* *too**many* *minutes**spent on Tara. At this point, any time spent on Tara is too much time.

And was anyone else disturbed that AS's credits still stayed in the same place, near the end, even though he is clearly one of the top three characters? I expected to at least see his name get moved to the number three position, if not side by side with SM.

TBC… Waiting impatiently for Sunday. Remember to Read and Review! It's easy...just click and type. It keeps the muse fed!