Hello! Sorry for the delay - I'm out of the city this week and I didn't bring my laptop with me. Have you ever used one of these machines where you can use the Internet that work for coins? I'm using one right now. It's impossible to write a new chapter this way, but I can still post one since I have already sent it to Breathesgirl :) I apologise in advace for any editing mistakes I might have left in hurry.
Keep in mind, that the timeline is a little off - let's just pretend that in this universe Lorena decided to play nice for a while before imprisoning Bill, shall we? That would give Sookie and Eric some more time before shit hits the fan.

NSFW

Discraimer: Don't sue me. It's not worth it.

Boooooooring. Sooo booooring. How in the world had I survived for so long in such a boring town?

The town was boring. The bar was boring. The people in the town, and in the bar, were boring.

Their lives were boring. Their conversations were boring. Hell, if it's even possible, I think their thoughts were even more boring than their words!

It was only Tuesday and I was already bored to death: How in the world was I supposed to survive the whole week?

I caught myself wishing that Eric would stop by after my shift. I was beginning to get used to the idea of him being a more constant part of my day-to-day (or rather night-to-night) life. By now I knew to expect seeing him more than once a week. Things were good and it was obvious that the chemistry between the two of us wasn't going to burn out any time soon. That being said, I still wasn't comfortable enough to make a first move and call him for a booty call.

It wasn't only that though: I hardly had any other excitement in my life and right then I would be happy to just hang around and have someone to talk to. I'd never noticed it before but Eric was fun.

Actually, no, when thinking about the orgy I had invited him to, and his lycra costume, I had seen this side of him before.

I was trying to figure out what was different, why he was more playful and less serious around me: I started to suspect that it was the lack of Bill glued to my side. I realized that Eric and Pam were perhaps the least standoffish vampires I knew.

I shook my head to clear it. I definitely needed to spend some fun time among humans, not just work time, so I promised myself that I would find time to visit Tara.

I sighed with relief when it was finally time for my break: the clock had been moving so slowly, that it seemed to be broken. I went to the ladies and took my time washing my hands. I splashed some water on my face, then rested my hands on the counter, on either side of the sink, and shot a tired look at my mirror image.

Suddenly I heard a whoosh and my ponytail swung in the wind created by a... vampire. Eric was standing right behind me. I yelped and turned my eyes from the mirror to look at the Viking himself.

"Eric! What the hell?"

He seemed very pleased with himself.

"I see that I have perfect timing," he said.

"How did you find me?"

He only raised his eyebrow.

Bloody blood tie.

"What are you doing here?" I asked suspiciously.

"I found myself very bored tonight," he replied, "so I decided that I should come and see you."

What a coincidence.

"Well, it's nice to see you and all, Eric, but I am at work right now so I don't have time to..."

He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and pulled me against his body, simultaneously trapping me against the counter and giving me a brand new appreciation of the saying 'between the rock and the hard place' only I was thinking about the other word that rhymes with 'rock'.

"Eric," I hissed. "You can't. We can't. Not now, not here."

It wasn't what I had in mind when I thought about spending some time with him earlier.

Instead of answering he kissed me: I'm ashamed to say that I let him.

"How much time do we have?"

You've gotta be kidding me!

The thing is, I knew he wasn't – because I was considering it... or at least the less rational part of me was. My conscious mind was screaming 'no way!' but at the same time, at the back of my head, I was already plotting: it was a slow night... all of the booths were empty... Sam wasn't working ... I even went as far as doing a quick telepathic scan of the bar area to find out if there were any female customers or staff thinking about using the restroom... you know, just in case.

I turned my head, pulling away from the kiss, but all that did was turn Eric's attention to my neck. My eyes caught our reflection again and I cursed myself internally when I noticed that I had subconsciously moved, giving him better access.

Eric ran his nose along my throat and kissed a path from my shoulder to my jugular. My breath hitched and he looked up. His eyes locked with mine in the mirror and I couldn't look away.

"You're crazy," I whispered.

He smiled lazily: a slow, deliciously sinful smile. I watched his free hand wander toward my chest.

"Eric, I can't," I said frantically, trying to keep my voice low. "This is my workplace. Not now, later," but my underwear was telling another story; one which I'm sure he could read cover to cover.

"It has to be now, I can't later."

Oh.

I gripped his hand when he squeezed my breast, but it was questionable if the act I wanted to stop him, or keep him there.

"Stop," I said weakly.

"You don't want me to," he challenged me hoarsely.

He pressed me harder into the counter with his hips and I whimpered feeling how turned on it was making him, not to mention how turned on I already was.

"What if someone walks in?" I argued, "What if someone catches us?"

It sounded suspiciously like I was giving in.

"They won't."

Eric's hand was now snaking under my shirt and it was clear that his aim was to place it back on its previous target, without the barrier of the fabric.

"But what if?" I insisted.

"I can always glamour them," he shrugged like it was nothing to glamour someone I knew so they wouldn't know what we had been doing in such a public.

"I don't want you to..." I stopped and inhaled sharply when Eric pulled down my bra and cupped my bare breast.

"Liar, liar," he teased when his fingers brushed against one of my tight nipples.

He rolled it and I couldn't hold back a moan. My eyes opened in shock when Eric clamped his other hand against my mouth.

"Shhhh," he cooed into my ear, his cool breath tickling me. "You need to be quiet, lover, or someone could hear you."

I shivered and stared, wide-eyed, at our reflection in the mirror.

"Can you be quiet?" Eric asked quietly.

I nodded and he let go of my mouth. I licked my lips. I knew this was wrong, but my mind was muddled. Eric rubbed himself against me.

"We should stop," I remembered.

"No, no, no," he said as he shook his head with each no, "We should fuck."

"I'm not saying that I don't want to, but, Eric..."

"You promised to be quiet," Eric murmured with a twinkle in his eye.

He dipped his long fingers into the waistband of my pants calling my bluff. He growled softly and his fangs clicked into place: I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.

He started tugging on my pants and underwear so he could push them down past my hips. Much to my embarrassment I realised that I had no real intention to stop him.

"Eric, please, promise me," I blurted, "Just promise me that if you hear anyone coming you'll stop and block the door."

He grinned.

"I'll try."

"Eric!" I whisper-yelled.

He held me tightly. I felt air on my bare skin where he had uncovered it. "Look at us," he whispered hotly, holding me to himself. "Just look at us, lover."

So I did: I looked at my flushed face and Eric's hands all over me. I looked into his eyes which were darkened with lust as he kissed me anywhere he could reach.

"So beautiful," he purred.

I stretched my arm up and behind me, wrapping it around his neck, holding his head to me.

I traced his movements with my eyes the whole time as one of his caressing hands moved lower: I didn't stop him. I gasped when he dragged his fangs across my neck, simultaneously snaking his fingers between my legs. He licked the two tiny scratches he made and they healed before my very eyes. He grunted softly.

I saw my mouth opening slightly and my eyes turning glassy as he worked me up by petting me with his hand. I knew that he wanted to take it slow but we didn't have that kind of time so it didn't surprise me when he stopped to undo his jeans.

I stroked the side of his face and didn't look away even when his pants fell to the floor and he stepped closer again before entering me in one swift thrust. I managed to turn my cry into a low moan, but failed to stifle it completely. Eric stilled for a moment giving us both a second to calm down. When he moved my whole body responded as if a wave had rolled through me. I was considerably shorter than him so I stood on my tiptoes and balanced myself by gripping the sink. He had to bend his knees but he didn't seem to mind.

I watched the whole thing, fascinated; our bodies melding together and moving in synch, my chest heaving with my laboured breathing my face changing with passion, something wild lighting in my eyes, but most of all, Eric's face, suddenly so open and expressive. At some point Eric had to cover my mouth with his hand again to keep me quiet. I kept my eyes on the mirror until the pressure building in my abdomen became too much and I squeezed them shut.

Eric had different plans, "No," he said urgently, "open your eyes."

He definitely liked eye-contact. I tried to listen to him but soon my eyes rolled back. Eric held me as I shuddered, whispering soothing words into my ear. I blinked to clear my vision and focused back on the mirror, wanting to watch him finish. His fangs were picking out from behind his upper lip.

"Don't bite," I warned him breathlessly.

He was close, but not quite there, so he had to flex his hips a few more times before it happened. I pushed back to help him. His jaw tensed when he gritted his teeth and I saw his lips turning ruby from a drop of his own blood. He didn't make a loud noise, just kind of sighted, before throwing his head back. I reached with unsteady hands to stroke his sides.

"Sorry," I said, talking about the fact that I didn't let him drink my blood.

I just didn't think it was such a good idea to come back from my break with a fresh bite mark on my neck: It was bound to raise questions.

Eric chuckled, "I'm not."

He was talking about the fact that he just banged me against the bathroom counter in Merlotte's.

When I was able to catch a deeper breath Eric turned me and lifted, sitting me on the counter next to the sink and he stepped between my legs. I sagged against his chest and hugged him. I would have liked to stay like this a little longer but it was risky as it was and we needed to clean up and fix our clothes. It was a good thing that there was a big supply of paper towels and water nearby.

"Eric Northman, I am so going to get back at you for this," I said, hopping off the counter.

"You're very welcome, lover," he purred.

I sighed, "I have to go," I said regretfully.

I was probably gone for too long already and I could only thank my lucky stars, and the slow night, that nobody had come looking for me yet.

Eric nodded. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and leaned, hovering over me. His eyes darted to my mouth and I closed the gap.

"I'll see you at Fangtasia," he said when we broke the kiss. "Have a good night, lover."

And then, in a flash, he was gone. He moved so fast that had I blinked I might have missed it.

Only when he had already disappeared did I notice a strange taste in my mouth: his lips had been still bloody when we kissed. I couldn't even be really mad at him since technically it was me who kissed him.

"Eric, you sneaky bastard," I whispered to the empty room.