AN: One more after this one! Maybe I'll do a sequel, but I may do some other stories or ficlets before that. Anyways, love all of you! Thank you all for reading and reviewing, you guys are awesomee!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball. No one is mine, but I keep the Viking tied up in my basement. Shh, don't tell anyone!

Rated M for a reason, Enjoy your lemons. I added something sweet to them. *wink wink*

EPOV

We lay in bed together for another hour. It's a Sunday, so we are both off from work and plan to spend the entire day together. I nudge her first, "You hungry, love?"

She moans, and my cock stirs, down boy! "Mmmmmm, yes! I'm starved, whatchya cookin'?" She smiles at me cheekily and winks.

"Anything you'd like, sweetheart. I'm quite the cook, but you wouldn't let me show you the other day." I frown, mocking sadness, and she pushes my shoulder, laughing.

"Oh hush, you big baby! Okay, okay, you can cook me breakfast, make me the yummiest thing you can think of. Surprise me." I would, but of course, I'm limited on supplies. I haven't gone food shopping in weeks. I hadn't been home much, either working or with Yvetta at her place, but now that I got me a good woman in my bed, I think I need to stock up. It can wait till later though, maybe we can go together and look cutesy. Wow, when did I become a woman?

"You stay here. I will serve you in bed." I whisper seductively, waggling my eyebrows and then running off to the kitchen. She giggles and yells to me, "Will that be before or after I eat my breakfast?" Oh, she is a minx!

I rummage through my cupboards and fridge and can only come up with either eggs, boring, or pancakes. I guess we were gonna have pancakes again, but I was gonna have to top hers. Those were pretty amazing. I rummage further and find the magic ingredient, oh yes.

I whip up the batch and quickly pour, flip and repeat. I plate those suckers and plan to add a little extra something. Maybe it's lame, but whatever, it'll still taste fuckin' awesome. Especially if she lets me do something else…

I find in my pantry closet some tray thing to use as a table-top. I put the plates on it and set everything up. I run into my bedroom and she sits up. Her breast are bare, with my button-up shirt hanging off her shoulders, and the sheets up to her lap. She is fucking beautiful, and I make a promise to myself to see her here, like that, everyday, for the rest of my life.

"Mmmm, smells good, baby, whatchya got there?" She smiles widely and tries to peak. I set the tray down on the bed and hop in next to her. I've got my secret weapon in the back pocket of my sweats. She laughs and says, "Pancakes? Again? Are you an addict?"

"Mmm, nope. But these aren't any old pancakes, you see," I whip out the can from my pocket, and spray whip-cream hearts onto them, "they are loooovvveeee pancakes." She laughs and oooh's and ahhh's at them, saying they are pretty.

We eat them fairly quickly and I get the can again and spray a bunch into my mouth, then offer her some. Of course, my offer is more like me motioning the can at her and raising my brows, mumbling "Mmannt Ome?"

She nods her head and opens her mouth, I shoot some in and then purposely drop some onto her chest. I swallow, and say "Oops! Here, let me get that." I pretend to reach for a napkin, and then suddenly my mouth is on her chest, sucking and licking off the whipped cream. She squeals, mouth full of cream, and tries to laugh. She holds onto my shoulders and finally swallows. "ERIC!" She laughs and screams and giggles and I just want to bite and lick and rub myself all over her. She grabs the can from my hand, then and squirts some on my chest, laughing menacingly. "HA! GOT YOU!"

I growl and grab the can again, and tackle her down onto the bed. I hold her arms up above her head with one hand, and draw a huge smiley face on her with the other. Eyes on her tits, a nose on her belly button, and a big smile right between her hips. Oh, fuck yeah.

"Eric, Eric, baby," she giggles and stuggles against me, "baby, it's cold!" I look at her and raise a brow.

"Is it now? Hmm," I lick the nose off, darting my tongue into her navel, "How is that? Any warmer, darling?"

She is squirming and stutters out, "A… a little bit." She swallows audibly and I move to her right breast. I lick off the 'eye' and say again, "How is that, then?" She nods her head quickly and watches me intently. I go slowly for the other 'eye.' I lick it off, then suck on her nipple. She moans and pushes her hips upward into me, smearing the whipped cream on my stomach. I bite her nipple, then let go quickly and growl, mocking anger, and say, "Look what you did! You must be punished, Sookie! You got me all wet and sticky!" She is giggling and I can't keep myself from smirking a bit.

I get up and look around, then go to my closet. I rummage around until I find something useful. I turn around to her again and hold it up, raising my eyebrows in question. She bites her lip and nods and smirks a little bit. I smirk in return and run full force to the bed, jumping on it making her bounce. Oh, and when she bounces, everything bounces. Fuckkk me. I pull her arms back up and use the neck tie around her wrists and lightly tie them to the headboard. She is giggling and breathing heavily, and I am so fucking hard, I don't know how much longer I can keep playing, but god damn, I will try.

I demand, "You are not allowed to make any sounds or movements unless I say so. Understand, love?" She says nothing and doesn't move, so I chuckle. "Ahhh, a little wise ass are we, Sookie? You may answer my initial question."

She bites her lip before saying in a voice, I can only describe as pure sex, "Yes, master." OH MY GOD. Looks like my Sookie understands the game quite well! I was wondering if she's ever done this before, or would even enjoy it. It is sometimes a guilty pleasure of mine, and I am fucking psyched that she is on board. I do a mental fist pump, feeling victorious.

I grin wickedly at her, and dip my head down to what's left of her 'smiley face.' I slowly lick the cream away, inch by inch, and then go back and nip and suck all the way back. She makes some tiny noises of pleasure, and I raise my eyes to her, my lips still on her skin. I raise my eyebrow at her, questioning why she is making any noise and her eyes bug out in the most adorable way and she bites her lip hard and closes her eyes. Oh no, that won't do.

"Sookie, open your eyes. You are not allowed to close them until I say you can, answer me, do you understand?" She nods her head quickly.

"Good girl." I smirk at her and wink and she flushes a gorgeous shade of red. Oh, this game is getting harder! Pun intended.

I continue my licking and sucking on the skin between her hips, just under her belly button. It is so wonderfully soft and perfectly fleshy. I suck her into my mouth and eventually release with a pop, her skin reddened from my suction. She is breathing very heavily and shaking, but I allow it. I love to see her body react to me. I move down lower to her lips and stick my tongue out quick to touch them. She gasps as quiet as possible, and I stick my tongue out again, flicking her nub. Her hips back into the mattress and I growl, looking at her. She looks desperate for a release, and I can't wait till she explodes. I hold my hand down on her hip and hold her steady in place while I begin to lick and suck her clit into my mouth. Her breathing is out of control and when I look at her she is biting her lips so hard, I'm afraid it might bleed. I stop with my tongue and speak to her, "You can speak, sweetheart, but keep your eyes open and do not move." She lets out a frustrated, shaky moan. I continue to lick her, running my tongue lower onto her slit, and then dipping the tip inside of her. I run it back up over her lips and onto her nub and press hard while I quickly thrust a finger into her. She gasps and says, "Yes, yes!"

I slide in another finger and she cries out softly. I thrust them in and out of her, each time curling my fingers a bit. I thrust in again and seek out her spot, and when I find it she jerks on the bed. I growl onto her mound and look up at her. She pleads with me, "I'm sorry, master. Please,…" I look at her and my tongue and fingers are still. She is unaware, but I slowly bring my ring finger up and slowly insert it into her other entrance. She cries out, "Oh fuuuuuhhhh! Aaaa, Eric!" I slide it all the way in, and then start my tongue again. I slide all of my fingers slowly in and out of her, curling the tips and rubbing. She continues to cry out and moan and we hold onto each others eyes the entire time. She begins to shake more, and her cries become quieter as her breathing hitches and she holds it for a few seconds. Her eyes slowly start to close and I command, "Close your eyes, Sookie." She shuts them and throws her head back and I quickly fuck her with my fingers and tongue and she yells out, her muscles tightening around my fingers in spasms. I slow down and take my tongue off of her, and let her calm down. She is shaking violently as I remove my fingers, then bring them to my mouth and lick her juices up. Her eyes are screwed shut and her breathing is erratic, and her shaking continues. I move up her body and go to her wrists. Still tied, her hands are grasping onto the headboard, knuckles turning white. I remove the neck tie, and her hands remain there, gripping onto it for dear life. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her face all over, holding her tight to me and rocking her softly. I whisper to her, "Shhhh, it's alright sweetheart, I've got you. You did very well, my angel." She finally opens her eyes and they are dark.

She swallows, licks her lips and then says softly, "That was fucking incredible."

I laugh a little and hug her to me tightly, kissing her forehead and then her lips softly. After she has recovered, we fuck until about 4:00 in the afternoon. We lie together, bones jellied and hair a mess, covered in sweat and cum. God, this day was fucking awesome.

"Eric, I can't move." Sookie shakes her head in bewilderment and exhaustion. I hear her stomach growl, and mine coincidently follows after.

I laugh, "Are you as hungry as I am? I feel like I could eat a fuckin' horse!"

"I'm starved, we worked hard today." She says between breaths. "How are we going to get up?" She asks me. Fuck if I know, I feel paralyzed.

I reach over to the side table and find the can of whipped cream. I shoot some in my mouth and swallow.

"We will have to live off of this." I tell her seriously, and she laughs. She grabs it from me and eats some as well. We lay there for a few more minutes until our limbs start to work again, and I slowly get up.

I manage to make my way to my closet and throw some jeans and a t-shirt on. I return to the bed, walk to her side and pick her up, bridal style, and sit down, her in my lap.

"Sweetheart, we can go grab some food if you'd like, but would you like to go home first and get some clothes? I believe all you have with you is your dress from last night." She nods and I ask her if she wants to throw it back on for the ride to her house, and she shakes her head no.

"Can I just.. um.. borrow somethin' comfy of yours? I'd hate to squeeze into that thing all sticky, and my body kinda hurts too much to be so constricted." She raises her eyebrows and bites her lip.

I laugh, "Yes, my love, you can peruse through my wardrobe and wear anything you would like." She smiles and gets up. I smack her ass cheek, and smile when it jiggles perfectly. She swats at me and scolds, "Hey, hands off, mister!" I frown and give puppy dog eyes and she just giggles. Hands off, yeah right. You'd have to chop them off.

She looks through my closet, and picks out a t-shirt, holds it up to her body and looks at me, "Is this one okay?" I nod and lick my lips. She is so fucking hot, bare naked, glistening, and holding my t-shirt up to her breasts. If I could, I'd fuck her again, right now, but my body won't cooperate. It shut down after my ninth orgasm. She slips it over her head and tugs it over her breasts, and before she turns back to the closet, I say, "Shorts and stuff are in the dresser… top drawer." She nods and heads to the dresser, and I watch as her perky breasts bounce under the shirt, her nipples hard and poking the fabric. Mmmm.

I watch her as she stands on her tip toes to look into the drawer. She pulls out a pair of black boxers and holds them up, looking at me again. God, she's fucking adorable. I nod again and she bends down, giving me a view of her bare ass, and shimmies the boxers easily up her legs. They are giant on her, as is the shirt, and she makes some adjustments, rolling them up at the waistband a few times, until they can stay up on their own. She is swimming in fabric. I only agree with her choice of attire because it is my clothes. On her. I fucking love it.

I laugh when she puts her heels on and models her outfit for me. She sways her hips, walking around my room, and then turns around and shakes her ass at me. I grab it and pinch it and she squeaks and laughs. We gather her things and we head out the front door. I turn to look at her again, in my clothes and her heels and laugh, "Sweetheart, take those shoes off, you look ridiculous. I don't care how much they scream 'fuckme,' they just clash too much!"

She frowns and says, "But I don't wanna go bare foot, baby." I roll my eyes and pick her up and kiss her.

"Then I shall carry you, mi-lady!" I hold onto her and she reaches forward, slipping her shoes off and holding them as I carry her to my car.

I whisper in her ear, "Sweetheart, I know I am trying my best to be chivalrous, but I do not have enough hands to open the door for you too, would you mind?" I laugh at her.

She gasps and mocks offense, "How could you? Tut, tut!" She winks and smiles and I bend down so she can open the door. Once open, I place her in her seat and buckle her in, giving her a kiss each time I pass her face.

I rush to my side and settle down, start the car, and head off. She plays with the radio and lands on a Justin Bieber song and gasps. "Ohmigod! … Just kidding." She changes it as I shake my head and laugh at her. We sing along to random hits and she dances in her seat, smiling and singing and laughing. I open all the windows and blast the music and the wind is blowing her hair around. I can't help but watch her, and imagine how I ever lived before her. She's perfect. She's fun and carefree and beautiful and sweet and smart and just fucking amazing, over all. I'm addicted to her. Drug of choice, hands down, is Sookie Stackhouse. I can not get enough.

ONE YEAR LATER

SPOV

"Eric, sweetie, can you pass me that thinga-ma-jig over there?" I was getting ready to go out to dinner with Eric. We were going on a double-date with Pam and Amelia. They weren't dating, but had become fast friends… and fuck-buddies. We all decided a while ago that we should go on a double-date once in a while and hangout. Work was crazy for all of us, especially now since we were working on opening another bar. Eric wanted to call it "Stackhouses," but I wasn't too sure about it yet. We were still in the beginning process of opening it, and naming it wasn't too urgent yet.

Eric passes me the 'whatchya-ma-call-it' and I begin to push back my cuticles. Hmm, maybe it's called a cuticle pusher-backer? I don't know, but I had forgotten to get my nails done, and knew Pam would have something to say about how yucky they were getting. She was very particular about things like that, God love her, but I didn't wanna hear it tonight. So I did my nails myself while Eric went into the shower. We had already shared one when I was in there before, but then we decided to play around some more, and he got sticky again. Whoops!

Twenty minutes later, I'm just about done getting ready and Eric has finished putting his clothes on and we are off to the restaurant. We get there a few minutes late but our reservation still holds and we sit down.

"Ugh, how are they not here yet? They are never late! They always yell at us for being late, and now they are late? Grrr." I huff out as I sit down.

"Lover, they aren't late."

Huh? "What do you mean? Where are they?"

He inhales, "They… aren't coming."

"What? Why not? It's double-date night! Why didn't you tell me? We could have fu-…um.. done stuff.. for.. longer." I almost forgot we were in a fancy restaurant with sophisticated people surrounding us. I look around to see if anyone caught onto my almost fumble.

As I look around, I notice, we are at the restaurant that we had gone to on our first date. It looks exactly the same as it did that night, and we are at the same table. I forget about Pam and Amelia and say, "Hey, this is where we had our first date!" I'm smiling, looking at him, and he looks sick. He tries to smile but, still, his face is pale and he is sweating.

"Baby, are you okay? Are you feeling alright?" I get worried. I hope he isn't sick!

"Yes, sweetheart, um… I told them not to come tonight." He says quietly, and he fidgets in his chair.

"Why? Eric, talk to me honey, are you okay? Seriously, drink some wate-" He cuts me off and puts his hand on mine across the table. I look at our hands and then back to him.

"Sookie, my love, do you know what day it is?" I nod my head, it's our anniversary, duh. We had decided to spend all day together in bed, and then we would go out with the girls anyways. Why is he being so weird?

"One year ago… we sat at this very table… and… Sookie, it was…the most amazing night of my life. I… I'm so in love with you, sweetheart, and I am so happy that we found each other. It's just… umm…" He stops. Oh my god, is he breaking up with me?

I wait for him to talk again, and I feel like my insides are trying to get out. Like they are scratching at my skin from inside, begging to rip me open and run away.

He reaches into his pocket with his other hand and pulls it back out, his large hand holding something. I can't see it. He puts his closed fist on the table next to our joined hands, and he lifts it a bit, opening whatever is under his palm. It opens and he pulls his hand away from it slightly. My eyes are buggin' and my mouth has fallen open, I'm lost for words.

"Lover… I can't live another day without you being mine forever. Sookie Stackhouse, will you be my wife?" He whispers to me, anxious and hopeful, and still looking like he is going to barf.

"Oh my god, Eric." I gasp out. I start to shake a little and I look from him to the gorgeous ring and back to him again. I'm in shock.

"Please say something, Sookie." He whispers, biting his lip and frowning a bit.

"Yes." I whisper, too low for him to hear.

He perks up a little and says, "What?" he stares at me with wide and fearful eyes.

I say louder, firmer, "Yes. Yes, Eric. A thousand billion ka-trillion times YES!" I squeal out that last one and everyone around me starts clapping. I look at Eric and he is smiling so wide, I'm afraid his cheeks are going to burst. He takes the ring and slides it onto my finger and I am crying like a baby and people are clapping, but all I can see is Eric. It's just us. I jump out of my seat and leap over to him and jump on him, straddling him and kiss him passionately. I pull away and he kisses my face all over, and he has tearful eyes as well. I whisper to him, "Lets go home. I don't want to eat anymore. I want to make love to you, right now, please. Please, baby, I need you." What? Okay, so I'm addicted to him, so what, I'm in love damn-it. And I'm getting married! Woo-hoo!

AN: Well, next chapter is gonna be the Epilogue! I hope you all enjoyed my story and I am so so thankful that you all read and reviewed and alerted and favorited and all that good stuff!

Just to let you know, the Epilogue will be set like 2 years later... so no wedding chapter :-( But, what you will get will be good! Trust me!

MWAH! Tell me what you all think!