Hello,

how are you all doing? This is going to be long so you can skip to the chapter if you want :p

Sorry this is a little late. My life took a busy turn again. My dad has been ill, don't worry it's nothing serious but he isn't allowed to drive for two weeks so i'm doing all of the errands/groceries and stuff. Then, the horror of it, my laptop broke! My hard drive is good, and i have back ups of most stuff anyway, but it still threw me for a loop. Luckily, we have another 4 computers for me to go at but they're all shared ones so my internet access has severely declined. But the chapter is here now.

Did you see ASkars collecting his award from Leeds Met? He was in my area of the world! My cousin actually studies business there right now. But, in my blatant snobbishness, it isn't the best leeds uni, of which there are actually 3. I'm also annoyed it's taking me five years to be a doctor and he gets one after only being at the uni for 6 months! Grrr.. ah well. Congrats to the guy.

I want to say a really big thank-you to my betas campyrs and Trajedy99, they've been with me for awhile now and they do a fantastic job! Thanks guys. also a thank-you to baronessjai (i hope i got the username right, i don't have any of my notes on this laptop) whose been reviewing my stories and i haven't been able to reply.

The wonderful Southern Vampire Mysteries is owned by Charlaine Harris, i'm just having some fun with a few characters. Best of all, according to a facebook update by CH Deadlocked, the next Sookie book is now at the editors!

So, finally, on with the story!


I awoke the next morning to a strange, almost surreal situation. Sam was sitting down on the coffee table only a couple of feet away from me, with one leg stretched out in front of him and while he did look dreadful, he was up.

"Sookie?" He asked again tentatively, his voice barely more than a whisper. My eyes shot open and I launched myself up from a sleeping position, sending the blankets that had been tucked up around my shoulders sprawling across my lap.

"Sam!" I exclaimed incredulously as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight as I breathed in his scent, immediately wishing I hadn't. "How are you?" I ignored the rather strong odour, not even bothering to loosen my grip around him.

"Well, you're hurting me a little there Sook, ribs are still tender." I pulled back, a slight blush colouring my cheeks as I realised that in my excitement of actually seeing him up I'd forgotten he was probably in considerable pain.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think."

"Its fine," he replied, a bright smile lighting up his face. A shaky hand ran through his messy hair that desperately needed a wash. "I just wanted to see if I could get a shower."

"Oh, of course." My mind immediately snapped to what I would need to do to play the hostess, it barely even registered that it wasn't my house. "I'll grab you some clean towels and I'm sure Jason's got some clothes that you can borrow." Jason had a tendency to be self centred but he was sweet and good at heart, he would never prohibit Sam from borrowing some things.

"So we're at Jason's?" Sam asked, gazing around the living room that hadn't really changed much in twenty years.

"Yeah, Eric asked me not to go to my place and I figured yours would be just as bad so, here we are. It was the only place that I could think of." With that I went down the hallway to the linen closet, grabbing some fresh towels before popping them in the bathroom. I made a quick trip upstairs to grab some clothes for Sam and then I came back to the living room. "I hope these are okay." I handed Sam the bundle of clothes, which consisted of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"That's great, thanks Sook. Listen, ah," he paused, struggling to find the right words and I purposefully clamped down my shields tight so that I wouldn't accidentally hear something I wasn't supposed to. "Can we talk? Later I mean, once I've showered. I need to sort some things out." Ah, that explained it, the difficulty with choosing his words. Even if it wasn't about the horrendous things he'd just been through he would have been having issues. Men, no matter what the supernatural orientation, had problems with feelings; they were all pretty much the same.

"Yeah, I'll be here when you're done. Will you be okay on your own?" I didn't particularly relish the idea of helping Sam get clean but he was my friend so I would help if necessary. Besides, I'd seen everything before.

"No, I'll be fine, thanks." He nodded and he began to stand from the table, his cheeks puffing out with the exertion as soon as he wasn't resting his weight.

"Stop being stubborn and accept help," I warned, using my stern voice as I swiftly stepped across the room to sneak underneath one of his arms so that I could take some of his weight. I didn't miss the hiss of pain he let out quietly as he finally got to be standing.

"Thanks, I'm okay now. It's just the ribs, not good for moving." He told me with an edge of a growl in his voice, his way of keeping the pain from taking over. With that he pulled himself free from my grasp and hobbled out of the room with his borrowed things to the bathroom.

I sighed and sat back down on the sofa, flopping back into the cushions. The clock told me that it was still quite early in the morning. I definitely hadn't had enough sleep as it had been nearing dawn when I finally drifted off to sleep, listening to Eric's voice. Those thoughts ultimately lead me to thinking about where he was spending the day; surely he hadn't had time to get back to Shreveport. "Shit," I mumbled to myself as I thought of all the things that still had to be sorted out. At some point I would probably have to explain to my Vampire the extent of my relationship with Sam. That was a conversation I wouldn't look forward to. Sadly, I was pretty sure it was inevitable.

I allowed myself ten slow, deep breaths of relaxation before I stood up, going up the stairs to the little wash room up there. I couldn't get a shower yet but I could still freshen up.

"Sookie?" Sam called out just as I started down the stairs. A second later he appeared at the foot of the stairs, his strawberry blond hair freshly was plastered to his forehead in wet tendrils.

"Yep," I replied with a smile. He visibly relaxed when his eyes landed on me and he slowly returned my smile before heading back into the living room slowly, limping noticeably and holding one arm tightly against his ribs. "I'll just grab some tea," I called out as I passed the living room myself, heading straight for the kitchen.

"Okay," I started out and entered the lounge, placing the drinks and snacks that I'd found in the cupboard that would have to do for breakfast on the coffee table. Sam was already sitting down on the sofa, somewhat stiffly, as he seemed afraid to relax back into the cushions. I gave him the drink and then sat down, curling my legs up underneath me so that I could face my friend. "What do you want to talk about?"

"What do you know about the Supes that took me?" He stared into my eyes and I could see the hardness hidden behind his brave face.

"Honestly, not much. They're horrible, evil and like nothing I, nor Eric, have seen before." I took another sip of tea, this time it didn't sear my throat as I swallowed, so I was able to enjoy the taste. "Wait," my eyes snapped up to meet his once and again. "What do you know about them?"

"There's a good reason you haven't seen anything like them before; they're new. The leader, Max, was a quirk and he got what you could call a superiority complex, that being the understatement of the year." He sighed, closing his eyes softly as he struggled to keep himself grounded in the present. I could feel his pain on the brink of my mind, even with my shields clamped down.

"From what I could gather, he was the son of a Werewolf and a shifter, and he seemed to get some traits from both. His go-to shift is a wolf, but he can change into a range of things as well."

"Same extent as a true shapeshifter?" I queried, my tea long forgotten.

"No, I don't think so. I only saw him in about four different guises and the youngest ones, third generations as he calls them, have less choice."

"So why does he want you?" My eyes went wide as I realised how harsh my words could have sounded. I needn't have worried, Sam brushed away my words with a slight shrug of his shoulders; the most he could do without hurting his fractured ribs.

"That's the thing, I have no fucking clue and he never fucking told me while I was there. I saw him a couple of times; it was him that did this." With that he pulled up the hem of shirt to show me the mottled bruising that was the flesh of his abdomen. The base colour had been transformed to a black and purple mess, the densest parts over his ribs and fading out to a horrible, sickly green near his navel and around towards his back. It made me sick, especially considering he'd already had some time to heal.

"Holy s," I mumbled as my hand reached forward on its own, as though to touch his skin. I had to make sure that my eyes weren't deceiving me. Luckily I stopped myself a few inches from his skin, and brought my hand up to cup his cheek. "Oh, Sam." I couldn't stop myself, didn't want to stop myself, and I leaned forward to wrap my arms gently around his neck, giving him a soft peck on the cheek.

"Hey, don't cry." He told me sternly as I pulled back, wiping the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. "I'll be fine Sookie, you saved me. Well you and the blood sucker, but you saved me. I'm healing."

"Are you sure you shouldn't go to a hospital?" I eyed his shirt; thankfully he'd returned the soft cotton to its normal position so I could no longer see the horrendous bruising.

"No hospital. I'm fine. Well, I will be in another few days. The ribs weren't out of place, just cracked or broken. The bruising is also from being on that awful floor." A violent shudder ran through his body as he returned to his memories for a second, a dark ghost flittered across his eyes and then he snapped out of it, a slight gasp on his lips as he shouldn't have moved so suddenly. "I just wish I knew what the hell they wanted me for."

"We'll find out. Between all of us, I'm sure we'll figure something out." I tried adding more hope than what I was actually feeling into my words, judging by the speculation on Sam's face I didn't quite succeed.

"Wait, who's all of us?"

"Me, you, Eric and probably Alcide slash The Pack. I suggest we wait until we can speak to Eric again before we do anything."

"Yeah, I'm not going to be up for much for a few days so I think it is best just to wait. Now, give me another hug over here before I take a nap." A smile graced his handsome face then and I simply couldn't refuse. I even gave him another kiss on the cheek before helping him settle down more on the sofa.

"I'm going to go out, get us some groceries and pop in the bar to make sure everything's running smoothly. Anything you want?"

"Just give all the waitresses a big thank-you from me and then a kick in the ass to get them working properly again. Thanks, Sookie. You know, for everything."

"Not a problem," I replied, pulling the blanket I'd used last night over him. "You have a drink, the blanket and there's pretty much everything that was in the cupboards on that plate so that'll have to do until I get back."

"I'll be fine, stop mothering me so much." His slight smile took the edge off of his words. "I love ya, Sookie."

"Love you too Sam." With that I turned on my heel and left the room for the hallway where I slipped on my shoes from last night, and pulled a hoody of Jason's on to cover up the fact I was also wearing last night's shirt since it was really the only thing here that fit me properly. I may have to stay at Jason's but that didn't mean I had to stay here in undesirable conditions; I could go home and grab a change of clothes, zip to the bar and grab Sam some stuff from the stash he kept in the store room for emergencies and then go to the grocery store. Two hours at the absolute most, I would be back just as dusk was beginning to fall as my time talking with Sam had taken much longer than I'd realised.

Of course it was only when I'd grabbed my purse that I realised I didn't have a god damn car here to get me anywhere. "Shit!" I mumbled quietly and whirled around to ask Sam if I would be able to borrow his truck if I walked to the bar, of course, he was already out like a light on the sofa. "Oh well, if he as a problem he can deal with it later." I reasoned and set out once more for the door. It was only a fifteen minute walk from here to the bar and I knew where the spare keys for Sam's truck were kept as it wouldn't be the first time I'd borrowed it. Everything would be fine.

Today just really wasn't my day. As I reached out to unlock the front door my eyes landed on a note, written in elegant, curling script, taped to one of the wooden panels.

Lover,

I advise you to stay indoors today. Undoubtedly there will be shifters looking for you and your shapeshifter friend. It is safest for you to stay inside. I will speak to you later. Under no circumstances should you go to your home. Stay safe as you are mine.

E

I felt the heat rising up across my cheeks as I read every word and by the end my breath was coming out in short pants. Without pausing to think I grabbed the note and crumpled it, threw it over my shoulder and continued out of the door. I did not need someone to tell me what to do.


"He's pissed at you by the way." Pam greeted me as I took the first step up onto the wooden porch. I'd been aware of a vampire sitting on the porch as soon as I'd pulled into Jason's driveway; the fact that it was a vampire had eased my mind. At the moment, vampires didn't hold quite the same fear for me as they used to. I only ignored the person thinking that it might be Eric; I wanted to give him the cold shoulder for awhile, until I was ready to give him a piece of my mind. I should have known it wasn't however; why would he wait outside bored, when he could enter the house freely and make himself at home? Pam didn't even lift her head up from the magazine she was reading as she spoke.

"Good evening to you too Pam," I replied as I unlocked the front door, managing to not put all the bags down too. "Come on in." I added with a sigh, knowing that I probably didn't have a choice with this. She didn't even wait for me to go ahead of her; instead she snuck past using her supernatural speed, dropping her magazine face up on the side table in the hall as she passed. "And thanks for the help here, you didn't have to, I have everything under control."

Huffing with every movement, even though I knew that even if she got the hint she wouldn't do a damn thing about it, I entered the house, heading straight to the kitchen. I had no idea which way she'd gone and I found myself caring very little. I could tell just from the peaceful mind emanating from upstairs that Sam was asleep, so as long as he stayed like that I could handle Pam.

My hostess instincts sadly kicked in once I got into the kitchen and before I could stop myself, I was asking whether Pam wanted a bottle of True Blood. There was no need to raise my voice; she would be able to hear me perfectly well. It was actually the synthetic blood that was weighing me down; I'd assumed Eric would be popping in at some point and it was only polite to be able to offer your guests something to drink and I wasn't about to offer my neck, at least not in this sort of situation. Not with Pam anyway.

"Yes," she replied and I felt my heart begin to beat faster as her voice sounded from only a couple of feet behind me. She paused a second before adding on, "please."

"So to what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, desperately trying to keep most of the sarcasm out of my voice.

"Eric sent me." She only decided to continue when I turned around from putting the rest of the groceries away to stare at her. "He is busy until the early hours with some political bullshit. So he sent me to check up on you. He didn't think you would take his orders too well."

"Well he was right about that," I virtually growled, remembering the note that was currently lying in the hallway somewhere, crumpled up.

"Since someone else defying Eric amuses me, why didn't you listen to him?" She sat down gracefully on one of the wooden stools that were pushed up against the breakfast bar.

"It's my life. I can do with it what I want. I don't need a man to tell me what to do. I can look out for myself." I huffed, knowing that it wasn't entirely true, especially since I'd been sucked into this supernatural thing.

"You're both as stubborn as the other. If you two don't end up killing each other then you'll be having fantastic make up sex for the rest of your life." An actual smile ghosted across her face, for less than a second before it changed into a smirk. I didn't want to think about why it was on her face or what she was remembering to put it there. The least I knew about some of Eric's exploits the better.

"So what do you want?" I asked, thrusting the opened and heated bottle of synthetic blood at her.

"I am supposed to make sure that you don't leave the house." I didn't even bother to dignify that with a response. "You may not be happy about it but I will use force if necessary. Eric was right about you; you are fun for a breather. However, never doubt where my allegiance lies." I narrowed my eyes, turning my stare into a glare before huffing once more and turning back to the cupboards.

I didn't say anything else; I could tell there was no point. I could rescind her invitation, which would mean she'd have to stay out on the porch but it wouldn't make her leave. All that would really do is give me a few seconds of fun while she essentially moon-walked out and give me two pissed off vampires to deal with later. So I decided to do the next best thing; ignore the hell out of her if she wouldn't answer some of my questions.

"What's Eric doing tonight?" I asked as I put the kettle on to make myself a cup of white hot chocolate; I'd actually found the powder in the grocery store and couldn't resist since it was hardly ever stocked.

"Meeting with another vampire, it's just a big bore," she drawled in return, answering my question but without actually giving me anything to work with.

"Have you heard anything else about the Shifters? I didn't hear anything from them today."

"No, they're oddly quiet which is actually a tad more worrying than if they'd come after you. It means they're plotting. Hence, that is why my butt is over in this god forsaken town." I managed to suppress my giggle at her outburst, thankful that the kettle was boiling so it gave me a bit more cover too. "Eric will tell you as much as he can when you see him. I think he has plans to be here before dawn but who knows, I'm only his child and he still doesn't tell me everything."

"Right." I grabbed myself a bag of chips from the cupboard and my hot chocolate before walking out into the living room where I found yet another note waiting for me. "I'm getting fed up with stupid notes." I spat, talking to myself because even not knowing Pam very well at all, I knew she wouldn't care. I knew it was only the second note I'd received but I was still annoyed.

Sis,

I took Sam upstairs to the guest room, hope you're okay with the sofa again. Any chance that you'll tell me what's going on? I'm in for the night, early start on the road crew and I didn't sleep much last night ;) I swallowed down my revulsion at the implied meaning, thinly veiled of course and I already knew what he'd been doing, but it was still different to see it written down. There are just some things about your brother that you don't need to know. See ya in the morning. Love ya. J

Well, it wasn't too bad and at least I knew I could, hopefully, have a couple of hours of peace. The obstacle that Pam offered to my plans would hopefully be easy to overcome; give her a drink, a magazine and well, just hope for the best.

"Are you just going to sit there?" She asked after two minutes had passed of me sinking deeper into the plot of my book. She was standing somewhere behind the sofa; I didn't even bother to look up from my book.

"Yep," I replied, popping the 'p' and then turning back to reread the last sentence to make sure I'd understood it properly.

"Well, you're not nearly as entertaining tonight."

"Yes well, I didn't know I'd have a guest tonight. Help yourself to True Blood and I'm sure there's something you can read around here if you've finished with your magazine. Oh, and the clothes you loaned me haven't been washed yet but I'll do that tomorrow." I didn't hear another peep out of her. The retreating empty brain spot in my mind told me that she had wandered back to the kitchen. As long as she didn't wake anyone I didn't mind what she did; she could root around in the cupboards, bake cookies or write poetry for all I cared. I tuned back into my book and read the same sentence for the third time.


It was about two hours later, having had no further news from Pam that I made my way painstakingly slowly into the bathroom to change into pyjamas. Pam's brain impression was nearby, in the kitchen or out on the back deck yet I couldn't actually hear her, as in with my ears so I let it go. She was doing what she'd been appointed to. With my pyjamas safely on, my hair loose from its ponytail so that it wouldn't get caught in the tie overnight I made my way back to the sofa where I quickly succumbed to sleep.

"Good morning." I awoke quietly to a smooth, deep voice whispering in my ear. Cool lips ghosted along my skin just underneath my ear, raising goosebumps in their wake. Eric snuck his hand beneath the blanket I had pulled up beneath my chin to caress the exposed skin on my abdomen. Slowly, I opened my eyes, revealing his handsome face to only be a few inches away from my own. His lips pulled into a small smile, revealing that his fangs had run out. "Do you want to sleep?"

"Yes," I grumbled and rolled over, which on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket was no easy feat. I got one glimpse of his face, complete with wide eyes and mouth a little slack before I faced the back cushion. If he thought he could just walk in here and get me going, well he could, but it didn't mean that my brain was going to accept his advances just yet. My body did seem to have other ideas.

"Sookie," he growled while his fingers continued to stroke my stomach, moving up underneath my t-shirt. Earlier I'd managed to stop by the bar and had grabbed all the clothes that I kept there in my new locker for emergencies. I'd also ended up manning the bar for an hour which was the main reason I'd been so late back. "Lover?" He could feel how my body was involuntarily responding to him, the flush that spread across my cheeks and the way the little down hairs raised up on my arms.

"Eric, stop." I kept my tone firm and he stopped his motions immediately, although he didn't move his hands away.

"What is wrong?" He whispered, his mouth once again whispering directly into my ear. He seemed completely perplexed; he honestly didn't have any idea what had upset me.

"What is wrong? You Mister, telling me what to do!" I growled right back at him, flipping over hastily onto my back, trying to ignore the blanket that was now well and truly knotted around me. His blond eyebrows knitted together, creating a deep line between them. "Are you seriously saying you don't know what I'm talking about?" I hissed my words, keeping relatively quiet so I wouldn't risk waking either Jason or Sam, both of whom were upstairs.

"No." How would he? He was completely used to giving commands, orders or whatever you wanted to call them. He didn't think twice about that sort of stuff and most of the time I imagined that everyone rushed to do what he wanted. Well, everyone except Pam and she still did his bidding, just with a little attitude thrown in.

"The stupid note you left me. 'You are mine'," I replied, deepening my voice in the best impersonation of him I could. "I am my own woman Eric; no one tells me what do!" At this point I pushed on the blanket, desperately trying to get enough room so that I could sit up. My Vampire's hands finally moved, taking the blanket with him. "And I most certainly don't belong to anyone."

"You do not wish me to want you safe?" I could almost see his brain working furiously to catch up to what I was trying to explain.

"No, that's not it." I sighed as I leaned forward, resting my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees, letting my hair fall forward to hide my face. "I like that you want me to be safe. I don't like that you do it by claiming me as yours. I am not a possession."

"You do not want to be mine? It is not a title that I give out often." His voice was getting deeper as my words began to sink in. If he had been human I would have said I'd hurt his feelings.

"I don't care if you don't say it often or not, I still don't want to be a god damn possession!" I stated, speaking harshly towards the floor. It was only after I'd said the words that I realised they weren't entirely true. I really didn't want to be a possession, I was my own person, but it did matter to me that being his was something he rarely said. In some weird, twisted way it made me feel sort of special.

"I am not taking it back Sookie. Whether you like it or not, I consider you mine." My head shot up so that I could glare at him. He'd gotten up from where he'd been kneeling beside me to pace across the length of the living room. He was currently standing at the other side of the coffee table; one hand was stuck in his hair, pulling it back from his face while his eyes virtually glowed.

"No." I said defiantly, standing up so that I didn't have to crane my neck quite so much. Of course he was nearly a foot taller than me so it didn't have quite the full affect I wished it did.

"You are my lover yes?" His question threw me into confusion and I found myself stammering a response before I'd thought about it.

"Yes."

"Then you are already mine in that respect. You are my lover."

"Well yes, but that isn't what you meant." He chose to ignore my outburst completely.

"And I am your lover. So you are mine. While I, now do not repeat this to another Vampire, belong to you in some respects too. We are lovers."

"What?" Was my eloquent reply as I tried desperately to comprehend everything he was trying to say.

"We are lovers. We belong to each other." There was just something about what he was saying that didn't follow through with what I'd learned about him. He wasn't exactly in touch with his human side, he didn't show weaknesses or any vulnerability and yet he was freely admitting, albeit in private, that he belonged to me too.

"You belong to me? You are mine?" I definitely didn't pose it as a statement the way he had. It was at that point that I made the decision, which could have made me look rather ridiculous, to stand on the coffee table just so I could see directly into his eyes without having to strain to do so.

"In a way. In a very Human way." For the moment I decided to let it drop about the way he said that latter sentence; that wasn't the argument we were having. "But Sookie being mine means that I'm offering you my protection. No other Vampire can claim anything from you. No one can harm you without facing me." His words held conviction and the strength of his will. His eyes were ablaze with the thoughts warring within his mind and the emotions that he wasn't telling me about.

I stared at him, unable to move even if I'd actually wanted to. I watched his eyes, seeing the truth of the words he was telling me mirrored in them, the blue depths full of honesty. I felt my will begin to melt, his words eating away at my anger.

Looking back I would think about normal, human couples and the titles that they gave to each other. They referred to each other as mine, giving themselves over to their other half. This was the Vampire version of it. It was almost something to be relished. There was one that thing that would never change; I would never take kindly to orders, being told what to do.

"Fine," I whispered quietly, not liking to admit defeat. It didn't matter though, how quiet my word was, he still heard. This wouldn't be the last argument about this, of that I was sure and I still didn't like it. I had to admit I felt angry, that one was a given but deep inside there was an odd feeling of being safe; I knew the man standing before me would protect me like no other could.

In the next second he took a step towards me and brought his hands up to grasp the back of my neck, pulling me swiftly across to him so that he could kiss me. I kissed him back, leaning into his chest and enjoying the feeling that being taller than him for once gave me. With his head tilted up to meet my lips, I wrapped my arms around his neck, cradling him to me while his hands sought out the base of my back.

"Lover," he mumbled against my skin, causing me to smile. His lips left mine to trail along my jaw and down to my neck where he caressed the sensitive skin of my throat. His large hands, with long fingers, massaged my back, working out the knots in my muscles and the remnants of anger that I was clinging to.

"Eric," I returned, his name a moan on my lips, louder than I ought to have been speaking. I twisted my hands into his hair, encouraging him to press his lips, teeth and tongue harder into my skin. As another moan worked its way loose from my throat, my consciousness that was still remarkably aware of anything but the Vampire in my arms told me we had to stop. "Wait," I mumbled, sickened by how weak my voice sounded. "Wait." I tried again and this time his ministrations actually slowed.

"Hm, lover?" Was his only reply. He'd stopped kissing me; instead he was running his nose gently, so soft that I could barely feel it, over my neck, tracing the line of my veins.

"We have to stop." I forced out, causing his motions to stop suddenly.

"No."

"Sam and my brother are both upstairs asleep. We can't do this here," I replied, futilely tugging on his hair so that I could look in his eyes where I stood a chance of getting my point across.

"I do not care." He emphasised his words with a lingering kiss right over the now invisible marks of where he'd first taken blood from me.

"I do!" I stuttered out around another moan that was threatening to break free from me.

"Hm. Shower."

"What?" I was perplexed and it definitely didn't help that he pulled my body tightly against his, letting me feel how much he wanted me.

"Shower. Bathroom. Where is it?" A bright smile crossed my face and a giggle escaped my lips.

"Second door on the right in the hallway." I didn't get another chance to speak.

His lips found mine once again, immediately getting the response he wanted from me. I felt his hands roaming downwards, from my shoulders to my butt where he lifted me from the table. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist, lowering myself down so I was no longer above him. I couldn't and didn't want to stop the moan that escaped my lips as his gracious plenty rubbed against me through his jeans.

Somewhere in my brain I was aware that we were moving yet I couldn't tell you how we actually managed to get to the bathroom as neither of us wanted to break away to look. His tongue dancing with my own was the only thing I wanted and the only thing I focused on. The cold press of tiles on my back as I was pressed roughly against the wall was the first indication that we had made it to the bathroom. A second later a loud thud told me that the door had been kicked shut.

"Lock," I mumbled, not wasting my time on unnecessary words. He understood me anyway.

Carefully I unwound my legs so that I could slide down to the ground. Eric didn't need any hints about what I wanted. With a smirking grin on his face, his hands began ghosting down my sides until they reached the hem of my sleep shirt that hit at mid thigh. Almost tickling fingers snuck underneath, trailing along my stomach as he pulled the shirt up with him. His thumbs brushed against the underside of my breasts, raising more goosebumps, before he broke contact and pulled the shirt over my head, leaving my torso bare.

"No fair," I grinned as I shoved his over shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, thankful that it hadn't been buttoned; I didn't have that kind of patience.

"I quite like it," he leered. He didn't even bother trying to make eye contact; instead he chose to stare at my chest, his eyes taking in every little detail. I should have been uncomfortable; I should have wanted to cover myself up. However it emboldened me, knowing exactly what he thought about my body, how much he wanted me.

I grinned back at him and started tugging his vest off. Of course I couldn't reach but it didn't matter, as soon as the soft cotton reached his chest he took over, moving my hands away so he could swiftly pull it over his head. The motion sent his muscles bunching, and I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from doing something stupid. I could wait a second, hopefully.

Somehow, one of us and I'm not sure which, managed to turn the shower on, letting steam begin to fill the room. Strong hands gripped the top of my shorts and tugged them down my legs, leaving me completely naked while Eric still had his jeans on, although they were slung deliciously low on his hips, revealing the deep v of his muscles. I stumbled getting the buttons of his fly open and I let out a frustrated growl that earned me a deep chuckle.

Deft hands were placed over mine and Eric finished undressing himself, taking his jeans and boxer briefs off in one go. A smile broke out across my lips an instant before I pressed myself against him, standing on tip toe so I could capture his lips in a searing kiss. I didn't think we were going to make it to the shower but hopefully the running water would still mask the sounds.

I hooked one of my legs over his hips so that I could press myself even closer, a deep growl low in my Vampire's throat was my reward. I smiled into the kiss and bit down on his lip. His hands reached down to grasp the back of my thighs and the next instant I was once again wrapped around his waist, this time no annoying clothing was stopping our contact. A stride forward and I was resting on the vanity top, tumbling backwards as Eric leaned forward. I didn't care about the few bottles and others bits that I sent flying, because before I could even really register what was happening, Eric pulled back slightly and thrust forward, filling me in one go.

"Hmp," I moaned, my fingers digging into his back as I grasped him. I leaned back further, resting my back against the cool counter top, pulling him down with me. The angle changed and I pulled away from his lips just so I could call out an unintelligible encouragement.

"Sookie?" The voice rang through me like cold water and I stopped all my motions. Eric stopped too although he didn't pull away.

"Yes?" I called out tentatively, cringing when I heard the breathy quality of my voice. I was having a conversation with my brother. A blush spread across my cheeks at the realisation of the position I was in.

"Are you okay in there?" The doorknob actually jingled as he tried it; my brother was seriously worried about me. How much noise had we really made? My eyes were wide; I'd told Eric to lock the door, at least I thought I could remember doing so but I couldn't remember if he actually had. Luckily, the door held.

"I'm fine. Just taking a shower. I knocked some stuff over, sorry!" Eric started kissing my neck again, nipping at my skin while his hands teased my breasts. "Fuck," I muttered quietly while trying to push his hands away.

"Okay." Jason did not sound convinced at all. "You sure?" Eric chose that moment to move, teasing me.

"Yep. Thanks. Night Jason!" I called out. A couple of seconds later I heard his footsteps retreating and the creak of floorboards as he made his way upstairs.

"Now, where were we?" Eric asked playfully as he pulled me up into a sitting position before he stood up, taking me with him.

"Shower," I told him and then proceeded to nip his earlobe. A second later the hot spray was washing down over my head, making my skin slick. My entire field of vision was taken up by Eric's beautiful face and I didn't have it in me to think about anything else. I just gave myself over to him; at least until morning.


So what did you think? Where do you reckon Eric was? You know i love feedback almost as much as i love a certain viking vampire :) I heard the latest TB episode is brilliant, but i haven't been able to watch it yet, not had internet access for long enough. Gah.

Well, until next week, have a good one!