Stiletto.

A/N: Um, I really don't have too much to say here. Thanks for the comments and such, you guys are awesome, as always. Words on the new character, Cicita: Fear not, she is no eminent threat to the Eric-Sookie love fest that is sure to ensue. Haha. But she is going to be a lot of fun to have in here. Hope you guys enjoy the rest of theme night, cause I haven't even gotten into the good stuff yet. Oh, and I added a link to Sookie's costume for this theme night in my profile.

Enjoy!

Chapter Thirteen- Radar

Sookie continued to walk up to him and after looking around, Eric picked her up and carried her back to his office.

After setting Sookie on her feet, Eric made a pointed display of shutting the door to his office. "So when's the big game, Sookie?" he asked, smirking and leaning against the door.

"I was hoping after work?" She gave him what she was hoping was a suggestive look.

"Of course, lover." Sookie shivered a bit at her new nickname. "But I was thinking we could squeeze in a practice session now." His voice had dropped an octave and he started walking Sookie back towards his desk.

When her butt bumped against Eric's desk, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. He smoothed his lips against hers, flicking his tongue against her bottom lip before seeking entrance. Entrance that was quickly granted as Sookie was hoisted onto his desk in a sitting position. Their tongues mingled for what seemed like a torturous eternity, before Eric brought his lips across her cheek and down her neck, lavishing both of those parts of her with light kisses.

Sookie placed a hand on Eric's chin, cupping it and bringing him back up to face her. Their lips melded together again, but this time Sookie felt Eric's wandering hand skirt up her thigh to her…well, her skirt. He had flipped it up a little bit before Sookie got a grip on the situation. She pushed the little scrap of fabric down and his hand away.

"I'm still not having sex with you in your office, Eric." He growled a bit in response, but pulled away.

"We only got one round in last night, I'm just making up for lost ground." He smirked a bit with this sentence.

"I'm not doing this," she said with a sweeping gesture, "at work. I'm not Dahlia." She spit the redhead's name with distaste. She knew it was catty, but she knew that Dahlia had already said and thought some less-than-savory things about her, so what the hell?

Eric rubbed small circles into Sookie's thighs with his thumbs. "Don't belittle yourself with that comparison."

"But belittling myself is exactly what I'd be doing if I had sex with you on the clock," Sookie reasoned as she hopped down off the desk.

"Fair enough. But you're wearing that little get-up when I walk you home." He smiled, with fangs. "Which reminds me, you should have called me instead of walking here alone tonight."

She gave him a confused look. "Like I said before, the bouncers see everything." Sookie huffed and started to protest, but Eric cut her off. "Don't even try it, you know walking alone at night is stupid, especially considering…" he searched for a euphemism "…the circumstances."

Sookie didn't have a response to that. Eric was actually right again. Damn him. She was, however, a little touched that he cared about her well-being. She stepped to him and ran a hand up and down his arm. "Thanks for looking out for me, and I would be very happy if you walked me home." She then added, "Even if it means I have to wear this skimpy-ass skirt home."

"It was simply a suggestion, Sookie. A strong one, but a suggestion nonetheless."

Sookie shot him a flirty smile. "But it's the least I can do, with you escorting me and all." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Are you coming out front tonight?"

"I haven't missed a theme night yet, lover. Plus, I'll get to see you prance around in your little skirt."

Sookie smiled again, she really couldn't help it. "Great." She turned on her heel and walked out of the office, perhaps with a little sashay in her step for Eric's benefit.

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Eric made it out of his office in time for the evening's Dollhouse Dance. The song of choice was, not surprisingly, Britney Spears' Baby One More Time. When the song started playing, Eric immediately realized why Sam stopped by his office to gripe about the play list. While the song selection wasn't his cup of tea, figuratively speaking of course, he couldn't help but appreciate the fact that song was causing a certain little blonde to shake her assets while working around the bar.

Eric also noticed an unfamiliar long-haired brunette bopping around the bar as well. Running on the assumption that she was the new waitress Sam had mentioned during his Britney Spears-induced rant, he turned his attention to the blonde that was approaching him.

"Pam."

"From your open mouth staring, I'd gather that you're enjoying my costume selection for your new waitress?"

Eric glared at Pam for a moment before responding. "I'd appreciate it if you'd call her by her given name, Pam. And don't even think about nicknaming her after a drink." Eric could only imagine what Pam would come up with.

"Relax, darling," she drawled. "I happen to like her. Definitely an improvement over the re-- I mean, the last one. And as far as nicknames go, you're no fun," she stated as she got up and wiggled her plaid-clad ass backstage.

Eric found his gaze slipping back towards the bar, where Sookie and the new Latina waitress were still dancing, only now they were dancing together. He smiled and stood up, walking over to the bar in the menial amount of strides that only someone of Eric's stature could successfully pull off. "I might have to put you ladies up on stage if you keep that dancing up." Eric spoke to both girls, but his gaze remained mostly on Sookie.

Sookie let out a giggle before lightly swatting Eric on the arm. "Not a chance, mister." Before Eric could say anything, she slipped on a mask of professionalism. "Mr. Northman, this is Cicita Montoya, new waitress extraordinaire; Cicita, this is Eric Northman, owner of this here fine establishment." Sookie smiled as the two exchanged pleasantries, moving back toward the bar to finish the round of martinis they had been working on for one of the larger tables. She then handed one of the trays to Cicita, grabbing the second one herself.

Sookie stole a glance at Eric as she left the waitress' area. He craned down to whisper, "I wonder if I could arrange a private dance later", in her ear as she walked by. Sookie let out a visible shudder which caused a smile to play at Eric's lips. He watched her go off to deliver her drinks, but spun around shortly after, snatching a little hand that hand that had just touched his shoulder.

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"So that's the boss man, huh?" Cicita commented as she distributed her martinis around the large table. Sookie murmured affirmatively as she divvied out her share of the drinks; the two girls met at the end of the table. "You two seemed awfully chummy back there," Cicita remarked, raising her eyebrow at her new friend.

Sookie paused for a minute during their trek back to the bar. "We kind of are. But don't say anything, I've already earned an enemy because of what she thinks was supposedly going on. She can't know that something actually is."

"Don't worry, chica, your secret is safe with me. Said enemy wouldn't be that pin-up looking redhead, would it? She's been giving me dirty looks all night, and I didn't know why. I guess it's 'cause I was talking with you."

"Yeah, Dahlia, that's her. And your probably right in your reasoning, too." Sookie shrugged, pushing the swinging fence-door to the waitress' area open.

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"Why aren't you working?" Eric asked the redhead, whose hand he had just dropped to the wayside after turning around to face her.

"I am. I just thought you might need some help in the back." A smile played at her ruby-painted lips.

Eric's voice dropped to barely being above a whisper. "Why can't you just get a clue, Dahlia. Move on with the guys you've been leaving with over the past month or so. And if you value your job here, you'll steer clear of me." He almost sighed to himself, thinking about how much easier it would be if he was able to glamour Dahlia. He also figured that adding Sookie to the list of people that Dahlia should avoid would just add fuel to the fire; it was best for now that she just think that it was her whoring around that was causing his disinterest.

Dahlia pulled her notepad out of her apron and stalked off to the farthest table away from both the bar and Eric. Eric headed back to his office.

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Sookie was starting to consider tonight's theme night a screaming success. She had found a new friend in Cicita, she had plans with Eric for after work, and she hadn't seen much of Dahlia the entire night. So needless to say, as things were winding down for the night, Sookie was sporting a huge smile. The only problem she could think of at the moment was having Britney's Radar stuck in her head after Amelia's solo. Having it on constant replay in her head wasn't all too bad, except that the words of the song were really resonating with her and her...whatever it was she had with Eric. Deciding to table those thoughts for now, Sookie busied herself with closing and humming her song. She was wiping down the bar, while Cicita was trying to lift the garbage when Quinn approached them. "You ladies need any help?"

Sookie looked up at him, then over at Cicita. A wicked thought crossed her mind. "I'm all set here, but I think Cicita might need some help with that heavy garbage there." Cicita hadn't been paying attention to the conversation, but at the mention of her name, her head shot up. She gave Sookie an incredulous look, to which Sookie responded with one of complete innocence. Well he is kind of good-looking, Cicita thought as she let Quinn pick up the huge garbage bag they had been using that night. It was full, and Cicita knew she probably wouldn't have been able to carry it herself anyway, so she was pretty happy on that front as well.

"That's what I thought," Sookie said to herself as she watched the two of them walk off to take out the trash. She finished up her closing duties and a couple minutes later Cicita walked back into the bar.

"That was really sneaky, Sook, but thanks."

"I have no idea what you mean by sneaky, you just looked like you could use some help with that huge garbage bag, that's all." Sookie couldn't hide her huge grin, though.

"Yeah, yeah. Quinn seems like a nice guy. Cute, too."

"From the couple of interactions I've had with him, he seems like a good guy."

"Well, we'll see how it goes…since we exchanged numbers." Cicita was beaming, and Sookie gave her new friend a hug. "Well, Cassidy is heading out, so I guess I'm leaving too. See you tomorrow, Sook."

"Have a safe trip home, Ci." After Cicita and Cassidy had left, Sookie noticed that everyone else had cleared out of the club. Everything was cleaned and stacked, and the front doors were locked up, so Sookie headed back to Eric's office. The door was slightly ajar when she got to the back, so she gave it a slight knock out of sheer politeness.

"Come in," was what Sookie heard from the other side of that door, so she strolled in to find Eric on the phone, the back of his tall chair facing her. He concluded his conversation shortly after and turned his attention to Sookie.

"Ready to go?" she asked. Eric had switched to shuffling through some papers on his desk, so his simply crooked his fingers in an effort to get Sookie to go closer to him. When he noticed that she hadn't moved, he looked up to see her lounged on the couch across from his desk.

"Come here please, Sookie."

"No thanks, I'm quite content here. I'll just wait until you're done." She appeared to be messing with her fingernails.

"I'm quite done."

"Then let's get going, it's been a long night."

"Not until you come over here, Sookie."

"I know what you're up to, mister. And I'm not having any of it. I made my feelings about your office and sex quite clear earlier, so you will either escort me home like the lady I am or I'm leaving alone." Sookie stood up and started for the door.

Eric couldn't help but be impressed by the little blonde's resolve. He could smell the start of her arousal and he had a feeling that she longed to be dominated, if only just a little bit, by him. In a flash, Eric had Sookie pinned up against the door, with her back against his chest. He ran a hand up the back of her leg, flipping the back of her little skirt up.

He placed an open mouth kiss on her throat. "I would just like to point out that you're no longer on the clock," he breathed against her skin. "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. But something tells me you might be into it." Eric ran his fangs across the skin of her shoulder. "Just tell me if you want to stop," he whispered.

"Ung…don't stop," Sookie managed to breathe out. Eric extracted himself from his pants at the speed of light.

"That's what I thought," he mused as he entered Sookie in one stroke. She cried out loudly, but after assuring herself that no damage had been done, that cry slowly became a moan of pleasure as Eric pulled out and thrust into her again.

She really didn't have any comments or suggestions to make, so she let herself be overcome by this man, this vampire; the only sounds from the two of them were Sookie's loud moaning and screaming and Eric's throaty growls.

Ok, so I'm fully aware that I didn't wrap up this scene of lemony goodness. It'll come next chapter, I promise. I really just wanted to get this out to appease the huddled masses, lol. Since you guys are such a great audience, I've decided to post a snippet from my latest brain child. It's untitled, so I was hoping that maybe some of you creative people could give me some idears, since you guys have been awesome coming up with stuff for theme nights. Before I put the snippet in here, I'm gonna say a few words about it. This story is a lemony one about an art class, actually inspired by a story that a friend told me at art school, I just embellished a lot and added some ESN with our sexy Viking. Anywho, I need a title for it. I'm also probably going to start it out as a one-shot and if anyone likes it, I'll go from there. Without further ado, here's the snippet:

I honestly don't even know why I'm here. That's what I was thinking as I strolled up to the double doors of Anderson Hall. Truth was, I did know what I was there, and it had everything to do with my roommate, Amelia. Her, and her quest to get me to be "well-rounded", or something along those lines. So that was how I, Sookie Stackhouse-- journalism major, ended up registered for a Drawing I class.

So that's that. I'm sorry that this chapter of Stiletto took me longer than usual to write, I have no clue why. The next chapter should be out pretty soon, as well as the one-shot I mentioned above, provided I figure out a title.

XOXO

-Sydney