Drawn.

A/N: Happy September everyone! Due to the positive response I've received since posting chapter ten, paired with the fact that I wrote two new chapters in the last 24 hours, I'm feeling pretty chipper at the moment. So I've decided to post chapter eleven early. I'm also pretty stoked because I came up with the premise and plot of a new fic. So that'll be debuting sometime in the near future…a.k.a. when I write the first chapter. So here's chapter eleven, it gets interesting here.

Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven- Point of View

I stood wrapped in my towel…and Eric…for what seemed like a small eternity. Despite his cold skin, I felt strangely warm with his arms around me. He continued to whisper his satisfaction against my neck, alternated with kisses.

After that small eternity of comfortable, relative silence, Eric pressed a kiss to my temple and broke our contact. Determined to keep my dignity in tact, I resisted the urge to re-latch onto him and let him exit the bathroom. I pushed my hair back with my fingers before exiting as well. I pulled the bathroom door behind me and leaned against it. I looked around to see Eric lying on his stomach on my bed. There was practically a glow around him from the contrast of his skin on my black sheets. I tore my eyes away from him and wandered into my closet. I selected some clothes and returned to the room.

Eric remained in his position, but now his head was being propped up by his forearms. He looked as if he was enjoying a good television program, except in this case I was in primetime. I draped the clothes over a chair and got some undergarments out of my drawer. I vested myself quickly in my red bra and thong; I figured any lingering moment of nudity would be detrimental to our time schedule. I also made quick work of putting my stockings and black miniskirt on. I tried my best to avoid looking at Eric as well, he just looked too damn good on my bed sans towel. With my back toward him, I pulled on my black and red striped riding jacket. I fastened the single button; it was incredibly low-cut and part of my red bra was visible.

Once I was clothed, I turned back to Eric, who had now readjusted to a sitting position. A sitting position that was completely derailing my train of thought in his current towel-less state. My train was conveniently saved by a knock on the door. I walked to the door and opened it slightly, as Eric was making no attempts at modesty. Sookie was on the other side, a t-shirt in hand.

"I figured Eric would be in need of clothes. I also figured that Bill's pants wouldn't work, so I brought this shirt," she said. After handing me the shirt, she winked, mouthed the word 'details', and headed for the stairs. I smiled to myself before closing the door.

"Could you please put some pants on," I contested. Eric did what I can only describe as a 'shrug-nod' and complied. I tossed the shirt to him as well, which he caught without looking. I left him to dress and entered my bathroom. There was still a trace of his scent and it caused me to shiver with excitement. I brought myself back to the task at hand and pulled out my makeup. I stared at it for a minute before doing a minimal job; I had come to the conclusion that my ensemble was dramatic enough on its own. I left my hair loose and wavy as well.

When I returned to my room, Eric was (thankfully) dressed and ready to go. He was also sitting on my couch. Upon my re-entry, he stood and openly ogled me from head to toe. Much to my surprise, this blatant eye-fuck was paired with a flood of thoughts and images that entered my mind. These thoughts and images were so explicit, most romance novelists would blush. These thoughts and images were the kind that were always kept to one's self. And these thoughts and images, they were most certainly not my own. Upon this realization, all I could do was stare at my blonde vampire. I was severely hoping this staring did not reflect the 'holy fucking shit I think I just read your mind' thought currently running through my mind.

"Is something wrong, lover?" he asked. Thank God, it didn't. I brushed off my revelation for the time being and spread a smile across my face.

"Nope. All good here," I responded. "So…what do you think?" I posed my own question, shifting from leg to leg, trying to look model-esque. Even though I already knew what he thought, I was curious as to whether or not he'd let it influence his answer.

"You look completely…fuckable," he answered. So apparently today was Eric's day to throw humbleness and modesty out the freaking window. On my end however, the frankness of the statement was oddly satisfying.

"You do know that if you keep saying things like that, we might never get to Fangtasia," I pointed out.

"Would that honestly be so bad?" he asked. In his close proximity, I could feel his presence. When his hand brushed my bottom, I felt my legs go wobbly. I was seriously getting tired of my body's constant betrayal of my mind.

"Well no, but come on, let's go to work." I felt more of his body make contact with mine. Specifically, an extremely hard lower extremity. I looked up at him, "You are insatiable," I stated.

"You know it." He smiled and kissed my forehead. "But you're right, I suppose. Let's get going." And at that we were out the door and on our way to Shreveport. We moved outside and into Eric's car. The ride was full of silence laced with soft music, and Eric shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His motions caused something to occur to me, he was still hard and I was partially to blame for it. Me, and his ever-ready libido. Then there was obviously another body-mind betrayal, because I had subconsciously agreed to road head.

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A few hours later, I was raking in the tips at the bar. Eric had kept his distance all night, still not trusting himself with me and the bar. He kept shooting me looks and winks from time to time, however. It was when I was involved with one of those looks that I didn't see someone approach the bar. I smiled across at Eric, who blew me a kiss. This caused me to turn my head, which in turn caused me to notice the person in front of me. Suppressing a 'what the fuck are you doing here', I said the next word that crossed my brain, "Cale."

A smirk crossed his stupid face, and we locked eyes. "Dahlia, my pet."

"Fuck off," I hissed.

"Still as feisty as ever, I see," he commented.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, clearly annoyed.

"I'm here to see you, my pet." I winced at the nickname. "I saw you here the other night, and I'd like to offer you a chance to be mine again." I resisted the urge to reach out and smack him; I really didn't want to draw any attention.

"If you remember correctly, I left you," I deadpanned.

He laughed, "Oh yes, that's right. Well then I'm here to offer you a chance to be mine again…willingly." His frankness shocked me.

"For your information, I'm not currently available."

"Yes…Northman…I saw that you were his newest plaything."

"Also for your information, he cares about me," I countered.

Cale's green eyes were piercing. "He cares about you so much that he's never invited you to his place? So much that he never takes you out? So much that you barely leave your bedroom? And he gets you to perform…certain acts? Stop me when I'm wrong."

"You are wrong. He cares about me. He's nothing like you," I said, adding emphasis on the last word. "Now please leave, before I decide to test how much he does care."

"You will regret this Dahlia. And you will see that you will belong to me, whether you want to or not." And with that, Cale was gone. I looked around, Eric was nowhere to be seen either. I looked at the clock; it was ten minutes until closing and the bar was pretty much empty, most people were wandering off in pairs by now. Knowing that James could handle the bar himself I went to the back.

Eric was sitting in his office, clicking away at a computer. "Hello, lover," he said, without looking up. "Closing time already?"

"Pretty much. I was wondering where you were." I walked over behind his chair. "Whatcha doing?"

"Accounting."

"Hmm…interesting," I said, walking around to the front of his desk. I sat in one of the large chairs, exhausted. It had been a busy night. "My God, it was so packed tonight," I started.

I was met with a wall of unresponsiveness in the form of Eric Northman. I figured he didn't want to be disturbed, so I got up and went to collect my tips. That was when it hit me, maybe Cale was right. After collecting my tips, I went through the motions of closing. I also went through the motions of leaving with Eric. My mind was reeling.

Whoa! Things are getting pretty crazy 'round here. Haha. I know Dahlia is pretty all over the place, and she gets more so in the next chapter, but bear with me, all will be revealed and with good reason. I will update soon, I promise. But until then, I'd love to hear from you guys!

-Sydney