I cocked my head to the side, so I could see his face. I scrunched my nose, squinted and then arched a brow as I sighed, "Why are you always able to get what you want?" He only smirked, words weren't needed. Of course he was able to get whoever...or whatever he wanted. He was, as Pam so eloquently and accurately put it, a 'Viking Vampire Sex god'. He could be anywhere in the world, with one or all, of the super models (who would probably eat and keep down a hamburger for a chance to be with Eric), actresses, etc. but he's here with me. He chose me. He chose me. I couldn't tell ya why either, but it is what it is. 'Yay for me.'

I didn't want to leave the security of his arms, but I had to get a move on, time was ticking. "Eric, my lover," I whispered, "I agree we need to talk, but later. Right now, I want to find Pam...actually, what I want to do- is you, but I know once we start, I won't want to stop. Would you want to?" He growled his response into the back of my neck.

I continued, "You know I want you to pillage me on your desk, seat, couch...need I go on?" I asked. I sent my own little 'lust' bomb his way. It probably paled in comparison to his, 'but it's the thought that counts', I thought to myself. I was no longer 'Sookie the Prude'. I enjoyed my viking, I enjoyed sex with my viking, and he should know as much.

"My, my- is this Fairy Sookie speaking?" His voice oozed sex, "If so, continue in detail. Seeing that I am to be in my office alone, while you and Pam go in search of gifts for me."

"Gift. Not gifts. Sorry, hun, not plural." I chuckled as I looked up at his face.

"Dear one, I do not want gifts, let a lone a gift. I have all that I need or want in this world." He looked at me curiously, his eyes glazed over as he thought. He snapped out of it and purred, "Unless your gift to me is letting me turn you," he paused. I shook my head 'no'.

His look deflated, "That is a gift," he hovered his lips over mine, "I would truly treasure, forever." He kissed me passionately. I knew that he was telling the truth. If I was sure, absolutely one thousand percent sure that Eric and I would stay together for eternity, I'd might reconsider. Might.

He relaxed his arms from around me, only to shift to my side and wrap his arm around my waist. He stood tall, straightening himself out. Still a sight to behold. He looked like a biker vamp; leather coat, jeans, (expensive) t-shirt, and boots. He was gorgeous, didn't matter what he wore...from pink Lycra to the red banana hammock (aka red bikini underwear). Flawless.

He knew how I was feeling, so he puffed his chest out, more. I lightly slapped at his chest and giggled. Only he could make me forget the worries that await, for me. I am going with the flow tonight and I'm just going to enjoy every bit of my Eric. As he was opening the door, I felt him stiffen. He wasn't sending any emotions my way- was that good or bad? I didn't think about it much, I wanted to know what the cause was. I let the shields down, hoping I might be able to identify what 'brains' were around. The parking lot in back was always empty except for Eric's or Pam's cars, except when official meetings and 'supe' business was held here.

Eric's grip around my waist tightened, his fingers dug into my hip. I didn't want to make a noise. To take my mind off being nervous, I went back to mentally scanning the lot, when there it is. Gotch ya. It was a 'brain' type that I've been around before...not a void like a vampire...not a shifters either. Wait. It's familiar. I knew the 'brain' pattern. Now, was it friend or foe. Was this really going down? Again?

I inhaled and exhaled. I centered myself. By the third exhale, I pushed all the fear from me. I puffed my chest out. Eric felt the change in me, he didn't move from his stance. He didn't move his head either, his eyes narrowed on me and my brand new confidence. He was proud...and horny. Now, so was I. I knew it wasn't a good time for sex, but I wanted it really bad.

Eric flared his nostrils, snarled and was showing full fang. His positioning also changed. He was semi-crouched, in fight stance, right in front of me. His arm was wrapped against my back, pinning me to the wall. 'He always knew the best positions', I thought then chuckled to myself. Eric didn't seem as amused. He was curious and he let me know as much. I sent him back love and to let him know there was a new Sookie- Sookie 2.0, and she just wanted to enjoy her vampire.

"Listen, whoever or whatever clan you're from," I looked around but had a limited view due to the 6'4" vampire standing directly in front of me. "If you're gonna run, run along now. Or, I suggest you show yourself, and it'll save you from the draining you'll get once he does catch ya. I promise you, it won't be pretty."

I startled Eric. He sent confusion in the bond and his face, seconded that, when I lightly tugged at his arm, to ease up so I can slip out. As he brought me to his side, he slightly turned his head and then barreled into kissing me. I was ready to oblige but didn't see the urgency. Then again, I am not Eric. He can think at least 3-5 moves ahead of his enemy. He kissed me urgently because his blood was waiting for me to drink. He scraped his tongue against his fang and did so a few times so it would pool up and he could give it to me without anyone thinking anything else. He was a smart one.

"Why don't you guys get a room. Or let me join in," said the voice in a melodic manner, "and it would be sinfully delicious."

Once the beautiful figure was in the light, I knew who he was. I knew I knew the voice...and 'brain' pattern. Again I find myself asking the same question from before, 'friend or foe?'