Really wished I owned these guys, cause then Eric and Sookie would have been doing it in the first season.

There will be a little bit of plot, stupid thing, before the smut.

This chapter title comes from the Sara Bareilles song The Light. I love this song and anything that girl does. I think it goes without saying this is another Sooric song for me.

So lots of lemons and even a shower scene. I hope it's seriously better than the one AB gave us. Not that that wasn't yummy…but it was also somewhat painful to listen to with all the mushy. I'm starting to really miss badass Eric.

Also…more Swedish. A ridiculous amount.

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He led her up to the second floor. Well really he carried her as her legs were fused around his hips. She briefly wondered at how he was able to captain them to the room without really looking where he was going but she pushed it aside in favor of luxuriating in the feel of his lips and hands.

He only set her down once they got into the room. It was pitch dark and she immediately missed his body pressed against hers. A small lamp by the bedside clicked on. Eric was beside her again in an instant. His hands and lips resumed their placement on her. She found herself on her back in the large bed.

God, what he was doing to her? She had to stop though before they went further. She wanted to just put off her thoughts and what she wanted to say. It would just be so much easier to pretend nothing had happened.

"Eric, wait."

She pushed at his shoulders. He groaned and pulled away. She sat up on the bed, backing up until her back was against the headboard.

"But you said…" She wanted to laugh at his face. And that made her want to cry. She should just keep her mouth shut. He could feel her agony and indecision. "Sookie…"

"No. I do want to. Be with you. I just…" She couldn't look him in the eyes. "You've been so…so wonderful.Everything with you is so wonderful. And I know that I'm probably going to wreck it. But I want to tell you things about myself too. I want to tell you everything. Even if it hurts."

As she told him what happened with her Uncle Bartlett she could feel from their little bond his concern for her growing but it was also coupled with an intense rage.
"It was just words in his head. I told Gran before anything could happen and she ran him off. It could've been worse. Please don't get angry about it. It happened so long ago. I'm over it."

Mostly. She had meant it when she told her friends and family about not wanting her bad experiences to taint her life. It was easier said then done though. She wished he would say something. She flinched when he finally did speak.

His voice came out harsher than he wanted. His anger at the inhuman monster that could abuse her as a child was too great.

"Jag kommer att göra honom betala för din smärta."

"I've ruined it haven't I?"

"No, Sookie." His voice softened and he reached out a hand to caress her cheek. "You could never ruin anything."

He bent forward and kissed her lips softly. Then her eyes, quelling the tears that been threatening to fall.

"Min älskare, var inte ledsen."

He kissed along her forehead. His words reverberated in her bones. She didn't know what he was saying but it made her worries and anguish dissolve.

"I think I might have to learn Swedish." She felt his smile against her temple.

"I can give you your first lesson now." His hand combed through her hair. "Hår."

His thumb came to rub against her bottom lip.

"Läppar." His hand moved to grip her neck as his lips took hers. The kiss was long and wet. "Kyss."

She didn't know what was turning her on more, his voice or his accompanying actions. Her blood heated in her veins and she was finding it hard to breathe. He kissed down the column of her throat.

"Nacke."

She lifted her arms to allow him to take her dress off. His eyes raked over her newly exposed skin. It still wasn't enough. Her strapless bra was easily disposed of intact. Her panties were another matter. She squealed at hearing the fabric rip but quickly forgot her outrage at seeing his face. He looked like he could eat her up, which he literally could if he wanted. She tried to cover herself but he growled.

"Inga," he rumbled. "No." He made her lay her hands flat on the bed. "You are beautiful. Vacker. Never cover yourself in front of me."

His eyes burned so intense that she couldn't muster the words to sass him and tell him he wasn't the boss of her. Except he kind of was.

It was a strange sensation that the reality of her body matched what he had pictured in his mind so precisely. He wanted her too much. Wanted to subject her to every craving and impulse he had. She was too innocent yet. He could wait. There would be more nights. Hundreds more.

He continued his examination of her newly exposed skin with a more hands on approach. He kissed down her chest to her breasts, careful to keep his fangs in check. There would be time to mark her later. He kissed, licked, and nipped at the skin of her perfect globes until they were quivering like puppies. Finally he closed his mouth over one of the perfect pink nipples. She cried low in the back of her throat as he laved and sucked at the sweet tip. Every stroke of his tongue shot bolts of fire to Sookie's core. She clawed at the bed sheets and clasped her thighs together trying to get some sort of friction. He released her nipple only to begin an assault on the other one. She clenched her thighs tighter.

"Eric, please!"

"Shhh, lover. It'll be easier this way."

Sookie was a virgin but not an idiot. She just couldn't imagine that she could be any wetter than right now.

He kissed between her breasts and further down over her abdominal muscles and stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel and he was rewarded with a pant of his name. He would never get sick of hearing her say it in that breathy voice or hearing her scream it.

His strong hands gently pried her legs apart and kept a firm grip on her thighs to keep her from closing them again. He took in the sandy curls and glistening pink flesh and knew he was staring at Valhalla. He blew across her heated flesh and she bucked but his hands kept her lower body steadfastly on the bed. He breathed her in and his fangs ached to drop. He gave her slit a lazy lick. Then another, longer and stronger. Sweeter than honey. Sweeter than her blood even.

"Eric!"

Her hands released the sheets and thrust into his hair. Her grip was just this side of painful but he ignored it. He swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking it into his mouth.

Sookie's vision became unfocused as her climax hit her. Her thighs pressed holding Eric's head in place and her hands tugged tighter in his hair. She was still shuddering violently in the aftershock when she noticed that Eric was now laying next to her completely naked with a hand still stroking between her thighs. She let her dizzy eyes roam over him. He was perfect. An Adonis, or whoever the Nordic version of that guy was. She had been right about his chest. Her hands itched to touch the pale skin and feel the sparse soft hair growing over his pectorals and abdomen. Her eyes traveled lower.

Okay that whole hands and feet size being an indicator thing was true. Her face flushed at the idea of fitting his gracious plenty inside her but also from the attention he was giving her downstairs with his hand. She could already feel the beginnings of another orgasm.

"Uh…Eric. I don't know…That is, I don't think this is gonna work."

"Trust me, lover." He gently slipped a finger inside her. There was a slight sting from the stretching this caused. His finger was longer and larger than any of hers. He moved it gently within her, testing. "You were made for this. For me."

He slipped another finger in and she gasped at the pleasure-pain of it. He moved them smoothly and it wasn't long before she was cross eyed and quaking again. If this was what he could do with just his lips and hands she wasn't sure she would live through the actual sex act.

When she came back down to earth he was hovering over her. Her hands immediately went to his broad shoulder. She could feel the head of his cock against her core. He rubbed it along her. She bit her lip and moaned. When he spoke his voice was surprisingly calm and gentle. She could tell from the little part of him she had in her mind that he was close to the edge of his control.

"Sookie." She had said she wanted this but he needed to hear her say the words again.

"Yes." She reached up and kissed him. Soft and sweetly.

He rubbed against her again, lubricating himself in her juices before pushing the first inch of himself slowly inside her.

"Välsignad Freja."

Her tightness and heat. He had had virgins before, though it had been awhile, but none of them had felt like this. And he wasn't even fully sheathed.

"Don't stop," she crooned. He obliged pushing in several more inches until he felt her maidenhead. He hesitated, a precedent, before pushing the rest of the way in. He groaned. Her walls pulsed around him, gnawing at his already fraying control. The need to thrust in and out was visceral but he held off.

Sookie went rigid. She knew that there would be pain, she just hadn't expected it to be so much. She could feel her eyes start to mist. Eric leaned down and showered kisses and endearments over her.

"Sookie, min älskare. It will be alright. It will pass."

And it did. The pain was settling into a dull throb. She blinked her eyes clear.

"It's fine. I'm okay. Please."

He started slow. Meant to go slow. But her muscles gripped him perfectly. He had been speaking the truth. She was made for this. For him. Her legs clasped tighter around his hips and mewling sounds came sweeter than any music from her throat. She began to thrust softly, unsure of her movements. His fangs were down and she reached out her fingers to touch them. She stretched to expose the column of her neck more.

"You can bite me again, if you want."

"Later. This isn't about that." Another precedent.

He could hear his blood inside her calling to him. Singing. She was close. So close. She cried out. Her nails dug into his back and her feet locked together behind him. Still he didn't let up.

"Eric." She was trembling and sweating. Another orgasm was already building on top of the previous. "I can't take it. Please."

"You can. You're stronger than you think. Sookie, don't close your eyes. Look at me, lover."

She climaxed again. She lost count of how many this was. The important thing was that this time she was not alone in her pleasure.

"Sookie! Du är min. Mine!"

She didn't have the breath to argue with him. Even if she did she didn't know if she would. It wasn't that she had waited 25 years to have sex. It was him. She had waited all those long years for him.

Eric rolled off onto his back and pulled her with him. Her head rested over where his unbeating heart was. His cold body helped cool down her feverish one. Like downstairs, he seemed to recover first. His hand drew lazy circles up and down her back as he waited for her to calm. After several minutes she was finally able to speak.

"Is it always like this?"

"No." She waited for him to elaborate, afraid she might have done something wrong. She really had no idea how much she affected him. "This was the best."

She snorted and narrowed her eyes at him.

"When you're flattering someone you're supposed to make it believable."

"I'm completely serious."

"Whatever." She rolled away from him, no doubt punishing him for what she thought was a lie. She winced at her soreness. "Will your blood do it's magic first-aid thing?"

"Mostly. The superficial aches but for that one..."

His fangs clicked down and he pierced his finger. She squeaked as he slid his bleeding digit up inside her. He swirled his finger and the dull ache immediately faded. Another swipe of her tight passage and the complete opposite of pain began to emerge.

"Eric," she moaned. She could see that he was more than ready to show her how serious he was about her skills. "You are going to kill me."

"No." He leaned down to kiss her neck. "I want to keep you around for a little while longer."

…

They joined and came apart two more times in the bed before moving into the bathroom.

"I don't think we're going to get clean if we take a shower together," Sookie said. Even after all they had done to each other in the last few hours she found herself feeling shy about taking a shower with a man.
"Nonsense." He grinned at her. "You'll need me to reach all those hard to reach places for you."

His shower had to be bigger than her whole bathroom. He let her set the temperature since she was human. Her hand had barely left the handle when she found herself in his arms, her back pressed against rapidly steaming glass.

Her hips instinctively wrapped around him. He rubbed against her once before thrusting into her more than welcoming passage. He showed her how sweet it could be slow. She clung to his shoulders as the water absorbed into her skin. His hands grasped her ass as he placed kisses over her breasts and neck. His shallow thrusts made her see stars as it stoked her release. She came panting and calling his name.

He pulled her legs from around him and she set her feet back on the soggy shower floor. She slumped against his chest and winded her arms around him to help stay upright, her legs as steady as a newborn deer's. He reached behind her for the shampoo and began to wash her hair. She purred as he massaged her scalp. He helped her rinse her hair under the spray before grabbing for the soap. She was better able to stand now so he turned her around and began to work on her shoulders.

"I don't know why I was so afraid," she said.

His lathered hands moved up and down her back.

"Of this?"

"Of everything."

"You were almost murdered."

She could feel his stab of anger in her mind at the thought of what almost happened to her. He turned her to face him and began to wash her arms and upper chest. She could feel herself warming to his touch. Was this what it was like once you had sex? Or was it just him?

"I didn't mean it like that. And I know that'd I'd be stupid if I didn't fear some things, especially if I'm getting involved in your world. I just meant I've lived such a safe life. Cause I thought I had to if I wanted to stay sane. I never thought I'd be able to…" She trailed off. His fingers ran over her stomach.
"Fuck somebody til you're blind?"
She slapped his chest and left her hand there to run over the muscles.

"You can stop talking nasty." He grinned at her and she couldn't hold back her own smile. "But yes."

"Well you did." His hand moved lower. "And you're going to keep doing so."

"You are definitely going to kill me. But I think I'll die happy."

…

She dozed lightly in the car on the way back to her home. Even with his blood in her system she was exhausted, bone weary. He could fill through their bond that she was content, sated.

He had not wanted to take her home.

"Quit pouting," she said. He was not pouting. "I'll stay some other time."

Her words filled him with more satisfaction than was right. Never, in all his thousand plus years, with countless lovers, had he ever felt this overwhelming need to keep one by his side until he died for the day. The thought was reckless and insane.

The car bumped over the gravel drive until it came to a stop. He would really need to do something about this driveway soon. Sookie blinked herself back into awareness. The front porch light was on but the rest of the house was dark. Tara had probably convinced Gran not to wait up, thank God.

"I have to go to New Orleans."
She was still in a sleep induced haze.

"What? Now?"
"No." Well duh. It was after three in the morning and the sun would be up in a couple of hours. "The Queens expecting me, along with the other Area Sheriffs, in two nights time. I can't get out of it."

At the mention of the Queen Eric saw Sookie pale and felt her dread.

"She's not…I mean you don't think…"

"It's not necessarily about you." Though she could feel his apprehension. Subtlety and planning ahead were not Sophie-Anne's style but he wouldn't put it past her to try something while she had him at court. "I want to have Pam come stay with you while I'm gone."

His child would have to stay in a travel coffin, which would make her complain even more no doubt. After repaving the driveway he would need to convince Sookie to let him build a light tight room. Or he could just send someone out and deal with the consequences later.

"And I want to talk to your boss about not letting you work nights while I'm gone."

Sookie's eyes went wide. That was so not a good idea.

"I'll talk to Sam."

She didn't want to comply with these demands but she was scared. She didn't want to leave her home or friends and family. She didn't want to be taken away from Eric. Not that he owned her. Now that she thought about it that whole mine comment of his was starting to rub her the wrong way. She was her own person gosh darn it. If everything didn't go to hell while he was gone she was sure she'd have time to talk about it later with him.

Eric blurred out of the car and around to the passenger door opening it for her. He walked her to the porch.

"I'll talk to Gran about letting Pam stay over. She'll probably be ecstatic over the idea of having a vampire house guest. How old is Pam anyway?"

"A little over a century."

Sookie nodded at this information. The idea of having Pam stay at her house made her a little nervous. She had only met the vampire the one time and wasn't sure what to make of her. She might not like the idea Sookie of getting all buddy-buddy with her maker. Maybe Pam would see her as an interloper. Like Sookie was her new evil stepmother or something.

"Pam can't wait to meet you again," Eric said, as though he were the mind reader.

"That's great. Um…I guess I you can tell her I'm looking forward to it too."

She didn't understand the whole child-maker thing fully, but she knew from the way Eric talked about Pam that she was important to him.

Eric could feel Sookie's anxiety about meeting Pam. He knew she had nothing to worry about. Pam was jubilant about everything Sookie had been putting him through over the last week. She probably would buy Sookie that diamond bracelet anyway. He grinned, confident over the fact that his child and his woman would get along well.

"No more worrying," he said, stroking her hair. "It's time for all good little telepaths to be in bed." He felt her mood shift at this. She found it just as hard to leave him as he did her. He smiled in satisfaction and bent down to whisper in her ear. "Don't be so sullen. I'm sure you'll see me in your dreams."

She pulled back, not at all happy about his smugness.

"Just for that you do not get a goodnight kiss."

The words were barely out of her mouth before she found herself pushed against the house, her words no doubt sounding more like a challenge than a threat. She tried to resist. She really did. But he was so much bigger and stronger than her. And her body would not cooperate, at least not for her. It sure did for his hands and mouth though. When he finally pulled away he was of course smirking that damn smirk.

"Sweet dreams, Sookie," he called as she grumbled her way into the house.

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I guess they kind of changed gears pretty fast. I just felt that it was important that she tell Eric about Bartlett before they got physical. I always hated the whole Uncle Bartlett thing in the books/tv show. Like Sookie's life wasn't crap enough with hearing people's thoughts and her parents dying. They really just shoved that whole thing under the rug too. Also Sookie was a little stupid in thinking that telling any vampire who cared about her wouldn't result in them doing something to the old guy.

Jag kommer att göra honom betala för din smärta.= I will make him pay for your pain.

Min älskare, var inte ledsen = My lover, don't be sad.

Hår= hair

Läppar= lips

Kyss= kiss

Nacke= neck

Inga= No.

Vacker= beautiful

Välsignad Freja= Blessed Freyja (Freyja is the Nordic goddess of love and beauty).

Du är min= You are mine.

Til next time.