I have a reason, but it's not good enough. More at the end.
Please welcome a newly humbled Evelyn. I hope you enjoy.
Warning: This chapter follows through on the M rating. It's True Blood, what do you expect?
We stood outside Fangtasia, Sookie not dressed properly (she never did) and me wearing something that I chose specifically to fit in. There was no need to stand out anymore than usual. I wore black skinny jeans with a droopy kind of black top, paired with a leather jacket. If I was being honest, I looked like a female version of Eric. I didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. Sookie had dressed in a lace white dress with her hair neatly placed in a headband. Mine had been shoved carelessly into a bun on top of my head, the loose bits of hair gripped back.
The night had been chaotic. Both of us had been rushing around like headless chickens trying to look acceptable. Of course, we both had differentiating views when it came to what was 'acceptable' and what wasn't. Eventually, Bill had sent Jessica up to help us get ready quicker since it was 10 o clock then and it took a good twenty minutes to get to Shreveport. Bill was anxious about being late to a party for a 2000 year old vampire and it was showing in his exterior, especially when we eventually cam down.
"Sookie, Evelyn, what took so long?"
We'd both hung our heads a little in shame before mumbling, "we didn't know what to wear," and Bill just sighed. I don't think he understood women very well.
From the outside of the bar we could hear music rumbling and people inside cheering, talking, generally having a good time. There were many cars in the parking lot, and I tried to guess how many were vampires' cars and how many were humans'. I suspected most of the people inside were vampires as Eric was not know for befriending humans, but I knew that some vampires had human companions that they kept around for blood and sex. I wondered if that was what Eric wanted from me at one point.
Bill took Sookie by the hand and Jess linked her arm with mine as we did the night we went out for a 'fun' night. The bar wasn't as full with humans as it was last time, just as I'd expected. Sure, some humans were on the dance floor, grinding on one another, vying for vampires' attention, but the majority were vampire, sitting and standing around the outskirts of the bar, sipping their TruBlood's (only a few of them were doing so) or getting hot and heavy with their companions. I swallowed. This didn't look like any other party I'd ever been to…and I'd been to a lot.
"Would you ladies like anything from the bar?" Bill asked courteously. We both nodded, telling him our preferred drinks.
"Come on, let's sit down," Sookie said, grabbing my spare hand. I let her drag Jess and I to a nearby booth, having to push people out of the way which led to certain remarks being shouted at me.
"For fuck's sake," I mumbled, just trying to get out of the line of fire. Sookie turned around apologetically and hurried towards the booth. We slid in, Jessica looking around excitedly, Sookie looking curious and me looking…at the table. Soon, Bill rejoined us and handed out our drinks, sipping on his own TruBlood. Jessica moaned in annoyance when he slid her a TruBlood, but when he gave her a stern gaze, she rolled her eyes and sipped on it. I wondered why, if this was a party in celebration of someone, why we'd not been to say 'welcome' or 'hi' or something. I asked Bill why not, and Sookie glanced at him curiously as well.
"We must wait until we're summoned. Godric is very old, and very respected. To approach him without being asked to would be considered rude."
I nodded understandingly. I didn't get vampire politics but I could understand that, and I wouldn't want to test whether or not I could get away with disobeying the 'rule'. I don't think anyone would.
Bill continued, "If we don't get summoned I wouldn't get too down about it. There are many very important people here. The Queen of Louisiana is here somewhere. Her and Godric know each other, and she never sees him since he resides in Dallas."
Mine and Sookie's eyebrows raised at the mention of a Queen. I knew there must be someone Eric answered to and I'd just discovered who. There was a part of me that wanted to meet this Queen, but I quickly re-evaluated. She must be pretty fucking scary to have made it to Queen, and to be able to rule Eric, she had to be something.
The four of us stayed sat down for the next half an hour, Sookie and Bill in a world of their own and Jess and I laughing about other humans in here, and about what we'd be doing tomorrow night. She wanted to go out, I wanted to stay in and watch a movie.
"Please, Evie," she whined, putting on her 'pout' face. She nearly got me to cave when we were interrupted.
"I'm guessing you're the telepath," a voice said, making Jess and I stop our conversation and look between the newly arrived red-headed vampire and Sookie. She dressed as though she was from a movie, an old one. Almost like she thought she was Audrey Hepburn or someone classic like that. But from the way the two vampires either side of her were stood, dressed like Will Smith in MIB, I knew she was important.
I recognized straight away that she was the Queen of Louisiana.
My suspicions were correct when I heard Bill say, "Your Majesty," and Jessica follow his lead, both of them bowing their heads out of respect. I decided to do the same, because I didn't want to piss her off, but Sookie held her own. She always had been stubborn and proud. God bless her.
"I am," she said haughtily, raising her chin a little. I pinched her thigh under the table, which elicited an "Ouch," and a glare from my cousin. I widened my eyes, trying to tell her to tone down the slight attitude but all I got was her ignoring me. Fucking brilliant.
"Well, well, William, we have been keeping her under wraps, haven't we?" The Queen ignored Sookie's tone and put her hand on her jutted out hip.
Bill shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Your Majesty has not called for me for a few years. I merely thought-"
She cut him off. "You should have come straight to me," she hissed, growing slightly angry. I shrunk back into the leather seats and into Jessica who held my hand tightly, whether in fear or for comfort I didn't know.
"I'm not some toy ya'll can just pass around. Bill didn't have to do anything," Sookie said, her temper flaring also.
I sighed. "Oh, God," I mumbled quietly to Jess in a high pitched voice that took on a slightly melodic tone.
The Queen blinked at her before leaning over the small table and wrapping her hand around Sookie's neck before I could even take a breath in. My eyes widened, as did Bill's. He looked as though he was going to talk when the Queen spoke.
"You're insolent," she spat out through now-fanged teeth. "I will not tolerate it. Do you know who I am?"
Sookie struggled helplessly against her hand, and choked out, "Yes, and I don't care."
That was the moment I put my head in my hand, closing my eyes and hoping this was a dream. The thudding of the music reminded me that it wasn't. I had to do something. I couldn't let my cousin just get strangled. I'd faced off Eric for God's sake when I first met him, and countless times after. Then again, Eric was calmer than this vampire in front of me. At least exteriorly.
"Um, excuse me," I squeaked, looking at the furious Queen. "I know what my cousin's saying is disrespectful, but I don't think she meant it like it sounded. She's just defensive, Ma'am." It was the politest thing I could say that might do something (it was actually the politest thing I'd said in a while). I doubted it, because if Bill wasn't doing anything, I couldn't do anything either. He did, however, try to elaborate on my pleading.
"Your Highness, please excuse Sookie. Evelyn is right, she is defensive." At this point, he gave Sookie a look that conveyed his worry and also his anger for Sookie not holding her tongue. My cousin was turning red in the face and gasping for air by now, and I feared for her life. I frantically looked around, trying to think up a way to stop it, when I saw a young-looking vampire approach us.
"Sophie-Anne," the man said, his voice almost musical, "the girl did not mean any harm. I do not wish for violence at my welcoming party."
The Queen, Sophie-Ann, gave Sookie one last glare and a hiss through her fangs before retracting them and pulling away. Sookie gasped for air, as Bill weaved his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. I did the same for her leg, as Bill whispered to her, asking if she was okay. She nodded slightly, which made us all breathe a sigh of relief.
I looked back up to where the Queen and the vampire were conversing. I thought about what he'd said, "my welcoming party," and it hit me: this was Godric. The ancient maker of Eric. I was left completely baffled. Godric didn't seem anything like Eric. He seemed kind (he'd just saved Sookie so I kind of wanted to give him a hug) and non-violent and just…content. It was a complete contrast from Eric, who was abrasive and told everyone what he thought and did things the way he wanted. He got what he wanted with no questions asked. From the display before, it seemed Godric got what he wanted, but in a different way than Eric. I was in awe of him, simply knowing how many years he'd lived. I tried to envision all the things he'd surely seen in his lifetime, but I couldn't even fathom it.
"You're right Godric. I apologize. I do hope you'll visit me more often after this. You're the only one who's ever beaten me at Yahtzee." I blinked in astonishment. Did she just say Yahtzee? Queen Sophie-Ann of Louisiana played Yahtzee? It was everything I could do to not burst out laughing.
Godric politely smiled and told her that he was often busy, but he'd try and visit more often. He turned to walk away, heading towards the stage. I recognized that he was sat in the chair Eric usually did and that Eric was sat to his left. He was looking straight at me. I smiled a little, but he did not smile back. I shifted in discomfort, and averted my eyes to my drink. I gulped the remaining alcohol down quickly. I looked to see if the Queen had gone, but she had not. She was also watching the exchange between Eric and I very intently.
She looked at me, and walked closer. "Are you fucking him?" She asked, her voice simply curious.
I choked a little on my drink, before swallowing and shaking my head vehemently. "No, I'm not," I coughed out, Jess doing me a favor and hitting me on the back. I looked at her gratefully and she gave me a small smile in return.
"Huh," the Queen said, observing us again. "The sexual tension is definitely there."
I thought about the way Eric had thrown himself on me in his office that time, and the way I'd responded so well. I supposed she was right - there was sexual tension. Well, just tension in general.
I tried to suppress a smile but she saw it and grinned herself. "I'm right, I know. Now," she gestured for me to follow her. "You seem interesting. You're not putting out for Eric, and that fascinates me. Come."
Not wanting to piss her off again, I looked at Sookie who shook her head at me and then looked at Bill who said, "You must go, if she wants you to," and then to Jess who looked bored out of her mind. I sighed and got up to squeeze past Jessica, and followed the red-head vampire to her own booth, her men-in-black following her every move.
She sat down first, gesturing me to sit next to her. I did so, and she beckoned me closer. I reluctantly moved closer to her, our legs touching.
"Now, after your friend's little display of defiance, I trust you're not going to try anything with me." I shook my head. "Good. One impudent human is enough. Now, tell me, why aren't you and Mr Northman together? He's attracted to you, that much is obvious. He hasn't been able to take his eyes off you since you walked in. Then again, several other's haven't too. It's because you've not been marked. You don't smell of anyone and that is not something common here." She snapped her fingers and one her bodyguards moved to bring forward a Latvian-looking man with dark curly hair. Sophie-Ann beckoned the man closer and he obliged, sitting on the opposite side of her and tilted his neck. He had two holes in his neck that were surrounded by dried-up blood. Her fangs made their appearance once more and she moved in. She stopped right before the began to suck, looking back at me. "You don't mind, do you?" Of course, I would not dare say no. So I nodded, and she began to suck the blood from her 'pet's' neck. He moaned in satisfaction as did she, but she pulled away and looked at me again, her mouth now smeared with blood. It looked like she'd put on lipstick but has smudged it. "I asked you a question." Her tone was not impatient, but rather curious. She went back to her meal.
I cleared my throat, wondering how to phrase what I was going to say. I knew that he'd be listening. "Er, we sort of bring out the worst in each other. He makes me angry and I make him angry too. Our personalities clash, and I'm far too defiant to him for my own good." She hadn't looked up or shown any indication that she was even listening, but I knew she'd heard. "If I wasn't so proud something might've happened but that's not really in my nature. That being said…" I looked around nervously, knowing he'd hear this bit. My eyes reached his and sure enough, he was intent on our conversation, his hands pitched in front of him. "…he's saved my life before, and for that I'm beyond grateful, Your Majesty. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm a bitch and he's…an asshole." I smirked slightly. The Queen pulled away from her human, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. She looked at me, her fangs still out and her lips even redder. She laughed at my phrasing.
"You're right, he can be. He's not nearly as fun as he ought to be. It takes something to admit that you're a bitch though, even though I don't know if it's true or not. If your friend is anything to go by, you're right. But you seem loyal. You stuck up for her. You know," she leaned in closer so her face was right by mine. "You'd be a valuable asset to my palace. You're interesting to talk to. God knows I'm in need of new conversation."
I swallowed, not really comfortable with her being this close with her fangs not five inches from my face. "Um," I said, "I'll take it under consideration, Your Majesty."
She smirked. "Are you any good at Yahtzee?" I smiled despite my previous attempt not to.
"I'm not bad," I told her, shrugging. Truth be told, I'd always been great at it growing up, but I didn't want to appear cocky.
Her face lit up, delighted. "The you should defiantly come." She leaned back in her seat, clicking her fingers once again. "You're name's Evelyn?" I nodded at her, telling her to just call me Evie. "Would you like anything to drink, Evie?" I nodded and asked for a vodka and coke, which she told her man-in-black to get me. She returned to being close again, her fangs now gone. I licked my lips that had gone dry with anxiousness. I didn't know what she wanted from me; it couldn't simply be conversation. I wasn't the most exciting person to talk to. "Have you ever been with a woman, Evelyn?" Her voice had lowered.
"No," I told her, my voice getting quieter too. I was trying to think of an escape route, because I didn't like where this was going, but I found none. Bill wouldn't come and help since he was tending Sookie and Eric was entertaining people. I was alone with a horny vampire Queen.
"Men are so overrated," she told me, rolling her eyes. "I've not been with a man since the 50's. That being said, I do like watching two men together. The day you visit my palace you can watch with me." She smiled as though that was the thing I wanted most in the world. "Do you want to fuck?" I almost laughed, thinking she was joking, but I realized that she was not. My heart rate increased, wondering how the hell I could the fuck out of dodge.
"Um-" I stammered.
"Your Majesty," I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up to see Eric looking only at the Queen. I looked back to her in time to see her roll her eyes in disgust and annoyance at being interrupted, but turned to face him nonetheless. "I wish to introduce Evelyn to Godric. He's looking forward to meeting her."
I watched the Queen carefully. I knew she didn't want to let me go but I also knew she respected Godric. She'd followed his advise before, and she wouldn't want to anger him. She sighed and waved a hand, dismissing me.
"I look forward to seeing you again later tonight," she told me, a slight warning in her voice aimed at Eric. We both nodded once, and I smiled at her.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your company. I'll see you later." I would do everything in my power to break that promise.
Eric guided me away, his hand resting firmly on my leather jacket. I held my head down, not knowing what to say, when we stopped. I raised my head and saw Godric sitting on his chair, looking at me with a smile on his face. It was not warm, but it was not cold. It was almost indifferent, yet still caring. It was a strange combination.
"Godric," Eric spoke, "this is Evelyn, the human I told you about."
My ears pricked up at this, wondering what he'd said. I assumed it was bad, but on second thought I decided that it couldn't have been that bad else he would not be introducing me to his maker.
I bowed my head a little out of respect and he continued to grin.
"You've had quite an effect on my child, Evelyn," he said, an amused tone latched onto his words.
I grinned despite myself, and nodded. "Unintentionally, I think." This was not a complete truth. I hadn't wanted to piss him off, it had just come to me. However, I would be lying if I hadn't wanted to make a small impression on him, even if it was a negative one.
Godric looked thoughtfully at me, before looking to his child. "Leave us." Eric looked at me for a moment, before nodding to Godric and walking off towards Bill and Sookie. I waited for Godric to say something.
"You have captured the interest of many, young one," he said.
I nodded and swallowed. I didn't know what to say again, so I kept my mouth shut.
Thankfully, he continued. "Eric is one of them. He is not a verbose person, Evelyn, so don't expect him to be. He is far from perfect…I suppose I can take the blame for that. Yet you seem to have him…enraptured."
His voice was so soothing, yet what he was saying seemed foreign to me. Eric was enraptured by me? We only ever argued - how the hell did that make sense?
I was about to protest but he carried on. "He has a side to him that not many get to see. I hope you can see it before you make any full judgment on him."
I thought about that. I high doubted that Eric had any other side to him apart from "Sherriff of Area 5" and "womanizer". Godric seemed to sense my skepticism and smiled again at me. "Give him time. He is not used to feelings."
My brow furrowed. Feelings? Eric had no feelings other than anger and lust. He was a vampire, he couldn't feel anything. Then again, the vampire that sat in front of me didn't seem like a vampire at all. He seemed to feel concern over his child and happiness for being in a close proximity to him. Maybe vampires could feel… I found it hard to believe that Eric was one of them.
I was so deep in thought that I'd not realized that Godric had summoned Eric back and he was stood by my side, his arm against mine. Godric spoke to Eric in a language that I didn't know - something Scandinavian, I presumed - and Eric replied. I felt out of place again. I shifted my weight and looked around, seeing many a vampire and human looking at our exchange curiously. I reverted to looking at the floor waiting for them to finish.
"Evelyn," Godric spoke, making my head snap up. "It was a pleasure meeting you. I do hope we meet again."
I smiled - a true, genuine smile. It made my whole face feel foreign. "You too, Godric."
Eric began to lead me away, presumably back to Sookie and Bill and Jess. However, he took a turn at the last minute, guiding me towards his office instead. I was going to protest, but then thought he must have something to say to me without fifty other vampires listening in also. Once inside his office, memories of that night flooded back and I winced, remembering what I'd said. He had told me it didn't phase him, but somewhere deep inside me I thought it did. No one ever talked to him like that… surely something must've gotten through to him. Even if it didn't, it had made me realize that I didn't like who I'd become. The evening was not a complete loss.
Eric moved to lean on his desk, his hands crossing in front of him.
"You came," he said, sounding a little surprised even with his monotonous tone.
I rolled my eyes and replied, "Obviously. I couldn't not come, especially after I was personally invited." I smiled a little to let him know that my sarcastic tone wasn't entirely sarcastic. It held some truth.
"Godric likes you," he told me, his eyes boring into mine and his head slightly lowered.
My eyebrows rose. "Really? I didn't say much. What can I say to a vampire that old without sounding like a loser?"
His mouth raised into a crooked grin. "You still impressed him."
"How the hell did I manage to do that?" I asked rhetorically to myself. I hadn't expected an answer, but he still supplied one.
"You were normal." I raised an eyebrow that showed my doubt. "Well, you weren't sarcastic and angry like you usually behave with me. But you didn't become boisterous and excited. You simply listened. He finds that rare, nowadays."
I thought this over. It was rare that people listened. In a conversation, most people are only waiting for their turn to talk, not really taking in what was being said. At that moment I felt a little sorry for Godric. I couldn't imagine living all these years just to see humans becoming more and more ignorant and selfish. He had to put up with the people I did, but for much longer. That warranted sympathy.
"It is rare," I agreed, nodding.
Silence once again penetrated the air, neither of us saying nothing yet saying everything. We both wanted to say something, but we didn't want to ruin the friendly atmosphere we had going on. Eventually, I broke the silence, thinking back to earlier this evening.
"Thank you for saving me from Sophie-Ann," I said, looking at the floor. "I didn't know what to say to her." I laughed lightly at the end, wondering what I'd have done if he hadn't had rescued me.
"You're welcome," he granted. "She is enthralled by you."
I looked up at him with a frown. "Why?"
"Because you enthrall me."
Those four words brought back the silence. How could I reply to that? Why had I enthralled him? By being annoying and petulant? By angering him to his limit? Just when I thought I had him figured out, he threw me for a loop. He was so unpredictable it made my head hurt. I never knew where I was with him. I was sure he felt the same.
"Oh," I eventually came out with. Lame.
"I did not like it when she asked you to have sex with her. Not at all."
I had no doubt that he didn't like it. His voice left no room for argument.
"Is that why you intervened?"
He waited a moment before replying, "Yes. I didn't like the idea of you agreeing."
My mouth turned down into a grimace. "I wouldn't have said yes."
He didn't look convinced. "Sophie-Ann is very convincing when she wants to be. She is used to getting what she wants. She won't stop until you're hers."
I swallowed. I thought Sookie was the coveted one - she was the telepathic one. I was nobody in the grand scheme of things.
I looked up at him through my eyelashes and said quietly, "What if I don't want to be?"
He stared at me momentarily before replying. "Someone must claim you. She cannot take what is rightfully someone else's."
I scoffed a little. "It's like I'm a possession."
I realized that what I just said was exactly true. To vampires, humans were simply possessions. Even if Eric hadn't come back with, "To us, you are," I would have known. We were just food for them, or entertainment. I thought about Bill and Sookie and wondered what made their relationship so different. It was so normal, so human. Yet she reaped the benefits of him being a vampire. She'd managed to get the best of both worlds, despite the things she was giving up. They loved each other, and that was worth the consequences.
"Am I simply a possession to you?" I didn't think I wanted to hear the answer. I continued to stare at my feet, not daring look up when I felt him move closer at vampire speed. He placed a lock of my hair behind my ear in an almost tender way, and said, "Yes and no," very quietly, almost whispering it. I was glad he answered honestly.
"Care to elaborate?" I asked again, still not looking up. My voice shook a little from his close proximity, but I pretended not to notice.
He paused, considering his words before answering. "If you were mine, I'd consider you a possession. You would be mine and no one else's. But I do not think of you as merely something I own. I recognize that you're your own person."
Although I knew it was really, really wrong, but my insides tingled a little when he said, "you would be mine and no one else's." It made me feel…wanted and special. His answer was perfect, since it was so imperfect.
I finally glanced up, noticing that he was closer than I thought. I had to look up since he was so tall, and I took a shaky breath.
"Good answer," I told him, because it was. I told him when he was being a moron; it was only right that I gave him praise, too, where deserved.
He looked at me for a few more seconds before inching closer to me, his mouth right by mine. I took another deep breath, closing my eyes waiting for the impact. When none came, I opened one of them questioningly.
"I will do nothing you don't want, Evelyn."
That was enough for me to close the one eye and put my lips gently on his. It was different than before. Last time it had been sudden and full of built up sexual tension and anger. This time, it was…gentle and soft and so not like Eric. It seemed that I was partly in control this time, making me confident enough to nudge my tongue into his mouth. He returned the gesture, still being tender and sweet, but when things started heating up, the tenderness went out the window, as did the idea of my control.
He turned into the Eric I knew again.
He spun me around, pinning me against the desk and the kiss turned to passion and vigor, both of us giving off moans every now and then, and I thanked whoever it was who had made the music in the bar loud. No one could hear, not even vampires. He shoved off my leather jacket, leaving me in just a skimpy top and jeans. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer and he grabbed my hips, pulling them to his. I felt his erection against my stomach, and I knew it was only a matter of time before his fangs made an appearance. He pulled away, trailing surprisingly hot kisses down my neck. I heard a small click and I felt his fangs scrape lightly across my neck. I gasped at the feeling, and he did it again, making me hiss through my teeth. I would have thought it would have felt strange and scary, but instead it only made me even more turned on. My hands tangled in his hair, pushing him even closer but then realized that I was urging him to bite. Did I want him to bite? I was quite shocked at myself to realize that I did. I wanted the irritating man in front of me to bite me once more, this time with permission.
"You can do it," I whispered, not knowing if he would've waited for me to say it or not.
His fangs scraped across my pulse line once more, and I he bit down. I stung momentarily, but once he began to suck, it didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt fucking fantastic. The pulling sensation was nothing like last time. Last time I'd not been even in the slightest turned on, but now I was asking him for it. I wanted it. It didn't make me feel light headed because of shock, but now it was in pure ecstasy that I became slightly dizzy. I let out a soft moan before I could stop it, which got me a moan in response. He pulled away with a slight growl, coming to kiss me again. Only when I felt the moisture on my lips and in my throat did I realize that my blood was in and on my mouth. I didn't know how I felt about that, but I went with it and kissed him back. He pulled away slightly and growled, "I've been wanting to do that again for a while."
I smiled a little, grabbing his head and pulling his lips back to mine, blood be damned. I felt the blood from my neck drip down my collar bones and onto the top of my cleavage. He seemed to notice too and he leaned down, keeping his eyes locked onto mine. He stuck his tongue out, stopping the trickle of blood in its tracks before licking his way up the trail it had made excruciatingly slowly. My eyes rolled back into my head at the feel of his tongue near my breasts. His mouth eventually led back to the holes he'd previously made and he began to suck once more, making the flash of heat grow in my stomach. I felt his hands trail around the hem of my top, and his cool fingers on my overly hot skin. His fingers trailed around the bottom of my stomach and the bottom of my back before he gently started pulling the top off. It wasn't quick enough so I helped him out, placing my hands on his and tugging. He pulled away from my neck so we could take the garment off and his face was right next to mine again. My breath reverberated off his lips, since I was panting so hard. I reached down to pull his t-shirt off also, which he allowed he to do, raising his arms so I could slip it over his head. When he extended his arms he seemed even taller, and more dominating.
I kissed his mouth once again, blood smearing my lips, and asked, "Does this mean I'm your's now?"
He breathed back at me, even though it was unnecessary, and nodded his head once. "Yes, Evie. You're mine."
With that, his actions grew more hurried, his hands coming to undo my jeans. I kicked off my shoes as he did so and I tried to multi task and take his jeans off too, but I failed epically. My mind was a little…preoccupied. Once the shoes were off, he pulled away a little, allowing me to slip the jeans down, leaving me in my bra and panties. I shivered a little despite the fact that I felt so warm and I blushed a little too, wondering what he was thinking of me right then. I needn't have worried because all he was focused on right then was getting his jeans off. I shouldn't have been surprised to learn he went commando, but I still gasped when I saw he wasn't wearing any boxers. It was so…Eric. The other thing I noticed was his size: he was so big. I'd been with plenty of guys before and none matched up to him. I would've said something, but between my gasp and my staring I didn't want to inflate his ego even more. I walked quickly over to him, pulling him down for a kiss once more. His hands went to my bra and before I could protest, he ripped it off. Not took it off, ripped it off. It lay in two pieces on the floor. It was my favorite bra and I nearly said something, but I couldn't bring myself to detach from his mouth. He started trailing kisses down my neck again, pausing to take a drag from the puncture wounds, before going lower. When he licked my right nipple I let out a loud moan that was so loud I thought every vampire in the bar would hear. The heat in my stomach intensified and I held onto his head, urging him on. I was coming undone at his hands. It would've been slightly embarrassing how fast I was breathing if it'd been anyone else. Since it was Eric, I knew he would take pride in the fact that he'd made me come apart like this. I was practically fucking trembling as he brought the whole thing into his mouth, sucking like he'd done to my neck. He gently fondled the other breast, making me gasp in rapture. It wasn't long before I found myself whispering, "Please," to him, and he obliged willingly. He picked me up and before I knew what was happening we were on the couch in his office. I remembered the last time we'd been on here, nearly laughing at the irony that it was to be here where we had sex for the first time. He laid on top of me yet no weight was on me since his arms were holding his weight. He continued to kiss me, his hand trailing down my side, over my breasts, over the indent of my waist and over my hips, grasping there tightly.
"Eric, please…just fucking…" I panted deliriously, not really knowing what I was saying. I was a mess.
"Just what?" he growled into my ear, lifting my legs close to my chest so he could pull my panties off. I was thankful that he didn't rip them because they were from La Perla and I really liked them. Once they were discarded on the floor, he lifted one of my legs up so it was resting on his shoulder. He began kissing down my calf and my thigh, paying special attention to the inside of the thigh but not exactly where I wanted the contact. I almost growled in frustration, but let him do what he was doing because I'll be damned if it didn't feel good. Before it registered what he was doing, he bit into the inside of my thigh, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body.
I came completely undone.
I cried out as he sucked with abandon and I came right there, before he'd even touched the area that was now pretty sensitive. I knew he'd be feeling happy with himself, because he was like that, but I didn't care one bit. He deserved to feel good about that - I certainly did. Even though I was panting even more now, coming down from my high, I still wanted more. I wanted him. More than oxygen, more than water…at the moment, he was all that mattered.
"Eric," I groaned, and pulled his head away from my thigh. I kissed his mouth again, more of my blood flowing into mine. Some drizzled down from the sides and he was quick not to let any go to waste, licking it up with a flat tongue from my chin before putting his tongue back into my mouth. He placed my leg back down from his shoulder and I immediately wrapped it around him, urging him on even more.
He looked me right in the eye. They'd grown darker than usual from lust. Still looking at me, neither of us blinking, he pushed in. We both moaned from the feeling it gave us. I could only speak for myself, but I felt…whole. Like something that had been missing had suddenly been replaced and it was simply astounding. He stayed there for a moment, reveling in the feel of me, before pulling out just to plunge back in again. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts that were gradually increasing in force and speed. We both panted and groaned as our pleasure continued, and it felt so right. When the fire in my stomach almost became too much, he kissed me again, before pulling away to growl onto my lips.
"This should've happened after we met."
I nodded exuberantly, not having the energy to speak right then. I felt the climax building and building, and before I could even tell him I was about to come, I felt my muscles clench. He thrusts increased in speed, his eyes closing in pure bliss. As I came all but screaming his name, he bit down into my neck again, making me come even harder. It was indescribable. He hissed in pleasure as he came too, letting animalistic noises fall onto my neck. He started saying something over and over again in the foreign language I didn't understand as he gradually stopped moving inside me. He eventually stopped, both us panting. He lazily licked the holes he'd made, effectively closing them. I weaved my hands into his messed up hair as he continued to do so even after they'd healed.
I don't know how long we laid there for, but as we did I thought. Not long ago he was the last man on Earth I'd have had sex with. I disliked him and his arrogance, and he disliked my stubbornness and my…humanity. It seemed something had changed dramatically within the both of us, and I wondered what would happen now. Would he leave me alone now that he had gotten what he wanted? I really hoped not. I didn't want to just be another notch on his belt…I wanted to be something more. Then again, every girl who fucked Eric Northman did. I decided not to dwell on it just yet. I'd let it play out.
In due time, he pulled away from me, rolling to the side so we were facing each other. It wasn't very comfortable, but it was us: not convenient at all. We stared at each other, everything said. It was a comfortable silence on an uncomfortable sofa.
Of course, all good things must come to an end. His eyes widened slightly, and he looked to his door for something that I couldn't hear with my human ears. I was about to ask him what was wrong when Queen Sophie-Ann burst into the room. She looked furious.
"Eric," she growled, her fangs out either in anger of because of the sight in front of her. "A word?"
I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I didn't want to it to be too soon for them, but it's Eric - he's not one to wait, is he? He takes what he wants. Anyway, I'm so fucking sorry for taking so long to post. Again. First of all, I got stranded in Beijing for a few weeks because a volcano in Iceland stopped all air traffic in Europe (I found it quite funny, since the volcano was 6000 miles away yet preventing us from going home). That took up a good amount of time. Then when I got back, I had A-Level exams (I still have more, but I had time to write this) that have been taking up so much time. The exams are really important. I know it's not really an excuse, and I thank you all so much for being so patient. Especially last chapter - none of you flamed me. Thank you so so much for all your words of encouragement and appreciation and advise. You all have no idea how much it means to have exams all day then come back to a lovely review waiting for me. Thank you, really.
This is the first time I'd even tried to write anything smutty. I hope it doesn't blow. I also apologise for not having much Godric time, but he will feature also in the next chapter. I find his and the Queen's characters very difficult to write, and I haven't done either of them justice. They are both so complex. I find them fascinating. So I'm sorry if I ruined your favourite character.
Sorry for any mistakes - it's three o clock in the morning here, and I haven't checked it. I'm far too tired, and I want this out ASAP.
Thank you again for being so kind and patient. You're all fucking brilliant. :)
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