Drawn.
A/N: Well, the day I posted chapter nine (Friday) was my highest-traffic day so far, which is further proof of the truth in the statement "sex sells". Which I'm perfectly fine with. Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and there is some more lemony goodness in this chapter as well. Also, this chapter is dedicated to tonight's episode of True Blood, "Frenzy", as well as the talented personage that is Alexander Skarsgard as Eric Northman. He looks especially nice in that suit in tonight's episode, also.
Enjoy and Happy SIN-day!
Chapter Ten- Steam Heat
If I had been smashed last night, I would have had plenty of evidence of my encounter with Eric. First, I was sore as hell, but in a 'I just had really phenomenal sex' kind of way. Secondly, there were clothes strewn all about the room. However, the most telling sign was the six-foot Viking occupying the space next to me. I glanced at the clock, 5:15pm. Damn, I had slept almost 12 hours. I sat back on my elbows, sheets around my stomach. Despite the fact that my room was currently pitch black, I had the foresight to plug in some nightlights in addition to the small lamp next to my bed. After clicking the lamp on, I looked over at said Viking, who was out like a light. After a quick kiss on the cheek, I rummaged around for clothes. My underwear drawer was within reach, so I settled on a pair of white cotton boy shorts and Eric's black tank top.
I crawled out of bed and went to the door, using the nightlights as a guide. I slipped out of the room, thankful that the sun was starting to set and the window wasn't facing my door. Tiptoeing downstairs, I thought I was sneaky, only to see my two housemates sitting on the loveseat in the living room. The final step squeaked under my step, and both sets of eyes focused on me. I entered said living room and curled up in the available armchair, waiting for the barrage of questions from my friends.
"So taking it slow amounts to two weeks?" Sookie asked, a huge grin across her face.
"Says you?" Amelia countered with a reference to her relationship with Bill, nudging Sookie in the side.
"Fair enough," Sookie replied.
"We don't even have to ask if it was good, because I'm pretty sure all of Bon Temps could hear you," said Amelia, before having a fit of hysterical laughter. I put a hand over my face, mortified.
"I wasn't actually that loud, was I?" I asked through my fingers.
"Oh, Eric!" Amelia shrieked before swooning over the arm of the loveseat. Sookie burst out laughing; I shot them both death glares before standing up and going to the kitchen.
"That's a nice ensemble by the way," I heard Sookie call as I opened the refrigerator. I grabbed two bottles: one full of water, the other of TruBlood. Coming back into the living room, I resumed my seat. "Eric's shirt really compliments your post-sex hair," Sookie continued. She was too busy laughing to dodge the pillow that I threw at her.
"Is that your primary defense?" asked a deep voice coming from behind us. Eric strolled down the stairs and across the room, shirtless and re-clad in those incredible jeans. He stopped behind my chair. "And I have to agree with Sookie," he added, kissing the top of my head. I handed him the bottle of TruBlood and he left for the kitchen to heat it. All three of us started giggling.
Our laughter was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Someone male. We looked up to see Bill in Sookie's doorway, wearing drawstring pajama pants. Both Amelia and I shot Sookie accusatory looks.
"I, uh, put up those shutters," she conceded, running a hand through her hair. We all started laughing again. Eric returned with not one, but two bottles of TruBlood. He handed one to Bill, and the two of them then occupied the couch. Eric lifted his bottle to his mouth, tipping it in my direction in silent homage followed by a wink. This caused me to both smile and feel my temperature rise, my hand slowly going to the bite mark on my shoulder. I noted that the rest of the group was having a candid conversation about the shifters' publicity, completely ignoring our silent exchange. I finished my water and went to the kitchen, followed by Eric.
"Exchanging sex tips, lover?" he teased, setting his empty bottle in the sink.
I responded, "Yeah. We were comparing notes. Sookie was telling us how huge Bill is in comparison," my voice dripped with sarcasm and I stuck my tongue out at him. Then he was on me, running his hands over my rear.
"You just won't stop baiting me, will you?" he breathed against my neck.
"I personally think it adds a certain spice to our relationship, don't ya think," I said, my tone slipping into a gasp when his hand dipped into my boy shorts.
"So does a quickie in the kitchen," he murmured, dipping his fingers into me. He kissed my shoulder, running his tongue across the mark there, fangs exposed. After breathing out a barely audible moan, I pushed away from him lightly.
"You're such an exhibitionist," I commented, "and a horn dog." I slapped him playfully on the butt.
"You're lucky I just don't sling you over my shoulder and carry you to your room," he whispered behind me as I walked out of the kitchen. As tempting as that sounded at the moment, I brushed it off.
"Would you like me to come into work tonight?" I asked casually.
"Only if we don't come near each other around that bar," he joked. "I'm not that much of an exhibitionist," he paused. "Well maybe I am, but still." I giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips and heading upstairs.
"We'll just have to save that for a day off then," I remarked, turning the corner at the top of the staircase. Eric emitted a low growl before grabbing me by the waist, pulling me against his body.
"I think we can squeeze something in before we leave," he suggested, running his hands down my sides. Before I could protest, Eric pulled his tank top off of me. His hands slid up to my now-exposed breasts, massaging them.
"Jesus, Eric, couldn't you at least wait until we got in my bedroom?" I asked, with a tone of pseudo-scolding. Still attached, we made it through my doorway before Eric pushed me up against the first firm surface he could encounter. Said surface happened to be the bathroom door. I turned the handle, letting our weight open the door, which landed against the wall with a slight clunk. This caused me to giggle a little, while Eric was occupied kissing the hell out of my neck and shoulders. We moved off the door, only to be up against the other wall. I closed the door before undoing Eric's jeans, pushing them down along with his shorts.
Eric stopped his assault on my shoulders long enough to kick his clothes off from around his feet. When he resumed kissing, he moved to my breasts, alternating. I let out a squeak when Eric tugged on one of my nipples. He then slid both hands down my bare stomach to the top of my boy shorts. He made quick work of them, ripping them on both sides, the now-useless cloth falling to the floor. I grabbed his hands and pulled him to the shower, turning on the water.
"Multitasking," I smiled up at him, stepping into the shower. The water was still pretty cold, and it caused me to jump back…and into Eric.
"Cold, lover?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me. I nodded and I could feel him smiling on the back of my neck. He turned me around to face him, arms still around me, and he kissed me. Now, this kiss wasn't one of the frantic, lusty ones, like what he was doing earlier. This kiss was slow, sensual, and full of a warmth that I had never expected to experience from the blonde vampire. Or any vampire for that matter. "Better?" he inquired, to which all I could do was nod. I lifted a casual foot behind me to test the water, which was now warmer. I stepped back into the spray, pulling Eric with me. Our lips connected again and I could have sworn the temperature in that shower rose a couple degrees, as cliché as that sounds. That kiss was fueled with the lusty passion I mentioned earlier.
Eric lifted me up as if I were a feather and held me against the shower wall. His strength never ceased to amaze me. He positioned himself, wasting no time, and then entered. I let out a gasp and wrapped my legs around his waist. He snaked an arm around my waist and began to move. He was moving at a pace that was agonizingly slow, every stroke caused me to moan uncontrollably…and loudly, I might add. Eric smiled proudly as he lowered his head to my breasts. He began sucking on one of my nipples, all the while maintaining that fucking slow speed. I gripped his shoulders. "Fuck me harder," I demanded, practically aching for release. He pretended to ignore me at first, which probably would have worked had he not looked me in the eyes. I knew the look in my eyes echoed the demand of my words. So did he.
He gradually increased his pace until he was nailing me in every sense of the expression, pardon its vulgarity. I was silently happy that the shower was running, because I was pretty sure the sounds I was making gave last night's performance a run for its money. Even though the sounds of the pipe masked a lot of the noise, I was also sure I'd be catching hell from Sookie and Amelia about being gone so long. As I was violently ripped away from my thoughts, I bit down as an orgasm rushed through my body, lessening any chance I might have had at forming a sentence or a thought. I was sort of aware of some primal-sounding noises coming from Eric's direction and in the next moment Eric had bitten me, which was basically the equivalent of driving a knife through my cognitive skills. The only thing I was even remotely aware of was the fact that my body was currently sliding down the shower wall. I came to a stop when I had apparently put my feet down.
When I found my mind, I also found Eric staring at me. "What?" I asked, fumbling to find my washcloth. It was supposed to be a shower after all. In my fumbling I also managed to find the soap.
"You zoned out for a couple of minutes. I was worried," he admitted. He brought his hand up to my face and stroked my cheek.
"I always zone out after mind-blowing sex," I offered, covering his hand with mine. I pressed my lips against his in a kiss of gratitude, gratitude I hoped he picked up on.
"You're welcome," was his response. I was hoping it was in reference to the kiss and not to the 'mind-blowing sex' mondo-compliment I gave him. I was probably wrong. I smiled at him before poking him in the stomach. Lathering the washcloth I had grabbed, I began to wash myself. He broke our contact, only to snatch the washcloth out of my hand. I started to protest when he gave me a look and started to wash me himself.
After taking painstaking care to make sure every inch of my body was clean, and I his, we rinsed off. I turned the faucet off and we stepped out. While I wrapped myself in a towel, Eric moved toward me, moving a strand of hair from my face. "Beautiful," he commented. Personally, I thought I looked like a drowned rat. I kept this thought to myself for the sake of the moment. I smiled and handed him another towel, which he wrapped around himself. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, hugging me tightly. "I like this," he said, as we studied our reflection in the mirror.
"Me too, Eric," I sighed. "Me too."
Aww, don't we just like cute moments? For those of you thinking WTF with the switch in Eric, fear not, some shit is gonna go down. I'd also like to add that this is a story from Dahlia's perspective. So even though I included some Omni before on Eric, Dahlia has no idea about that. She's taking everything she hears and experiences at face value. So read what Eric says and interpret it as you will. It will be cleared up in time, I promise. Thanks and please send me some love!
-Sydney