OMG: I really really did stop between writing Chapter Thirteen and Chapter Fourteen to go bake some lemon muffins I had ready to go in my cabinet. I frosted some up and had a couple before getting back at this chapter. I think there was something in the damn lemony goodness, whew! HFShit that was tasty. Hope you all enjoy. I'm officially jealous now that I'm not in Sweden tonight in a dark club with that sexy tall blond Viking standing behind me. Damn it damn it.

Chapter Fourteen: I Am Bitch, Here Me Rawr

"I'm going to the bar to get some water, I'll be right back" I shouted over the noise of the music. Here in Sweden, they sure party hard. Last check I had on Pam's cell phone as to what time it was, it was after 2. The club just kept getting more and more crowded, and the energy kept getting better and better. The group was showing no signs of stopping, but I was running out of steam. I had danced until my legs were jello, and now it was time for some agua and a place to sit.

Eric followed me to the bar and snuggled up behind me as I waited my turn. After paying for the cold little bottle of refreshment, I cracked open the lid and took greedy gulps on our way back to the table. Almost everyone was out on the floor except Viktoria and a male vamp whose name I did not remember. I stood with my back up against him as he sat on a tall chair, leaning back into him. He leaned down and spoke directly in my ear, quietly, his blood in me making my hearing sharp enough to hear him over the music.

"I enjoyed your dance for me, lover. You looked very beautiful moving as you did. There were many eyes other than my own upon you. I love that you only looked at me. It means a great deal to me that I am enough for you. You are and always will be enough for me."

"Enough? You are more than enough for me, Eric Northman. I think they come bigger or better than you, buddy. You're all I can ever handle."

"Mmmm" he sighed into my hair, squeezing me to him tighter. "Are you having a good time?" he asked, pressing himself against the small of my back. Apparently he still was.

"Yeah, I am. I've met some nice vamps tonight that Viktoria and Pam know, and apparently you as well. They think I'm something else to have gotten you to settle down. You have quite the reputation."

"Yes, I did." I didn't miss the meaning of the past tense. It made me pretty happy to hear him say it outloud.

"You are my first and last love" he continued. " I will die for you, and after you. You make me feel such things, things I sometimes don't understand. I just know I feel them."

He was confessing that even though he loved me, sometimes things overwhelmed him when it came to our feelings for each other. Tell me about it.

"That's exactly what I was dealing with for a time. I just didn't understand what I was feeling. I ran from it because it was scary to not have control over my heart like that. I was terrified of what you might do to it." I looked over my shoulder up at him, seeing his pensive expression.

"And now" he looked down with a great deal of concern in his eyes, "do I still terrify you?".

"You thrill me, captivate me, drive me insane, surprise me, make me laugh, make me wet with need for you...Eric there's quite a few things you do to me, but no, I am not scared of you anymore. That shit stopped the night I came to you after my dream. I embrace everything you do to me now and I always, always want more of you." I sent strength to him so he would feel how sure I was of what I was saying.

He bent down and kissed my cheek, whispering in my ear that he loved me. The things he could do to me with a look, a touch, or a word. I felt myself wanting to turn around and melt into him, even though we were not alone.

He must have felt my longing for him. Leaning closer to my ear with his cool breath on my neck, he uttered the words that gave me the courage to act. "Do what your heart desires, lover." I turned around in his arms and pressed myself up against him. I looked up to see that we were underneath the second floor, out of sight of the people peering down at the dance floor.

I kept myself close to him, and looked around me to see how close others were to our table. It was dark, and dark enough to do what I wanted to do right then. The music was loud, and everyone was in their own enjoyment around us. I slid down him and under the table, throwing the cloth over me. My heart raced a bit, this being something I had always fantasized about, but never been with someone I wanted to do it to. I could feel his excitement, his pride in my brazenness. I was completely out of sight, but still, I felt strong and sexy as hell taking my desires into my own hands.

I pulled his thighs towards me, and he obliged, leaning his stomach to the table. He pulled the tablecloth over himself, making sure to be discreet. I unbuttoned his button and unzipped his pants. I pushed the soft material open on either side of him, and noted that the strobe lights would give me just enough lights to see his state of arousal. He was straining with excitement, his hands gripping the tablecloth over his lap.

Taking him into my hand, I pulled his gracious plenty to me, running my tongue from his base to his swollen head. I felt him tense at the pleasure, and decided to not mess around. I would save the torture for home. This needed to be efficient and quick before everyone came back from the dance floor. It might get crowded with me and several pairs of legs under here. I took him in my mouth most of the way down in one pass, lingering with him inside my hot wet mouth. He tensed up again a bit, enjoying this as much as me, before relaxing a bit again. I would give anything to see his face right now.

Working up and down in slow but steady passes, I had him alternating between tensing and shifting in his chair. I was gauging my efforts to be on track, as I felt him tap my shoulder. He must be getting close. I sped up slightly, not wanting his fun to be over just yet, when I heard a familiar set of voices laughing and talking, getting closer. Oh. Shit.

He tensed up and pulled the tablecloth even higher, as I heard everyone talking about needing a drink. As I continued my passes, I heard them pull out their stools and sit. Some pulled them in to the table, but most thankfully didn't. I still had plenty of room, now I was just going to have to hurry and finish him off, and then figure out how to gracefully come out from under the table in front of everyone without any evidence of my naughty behavior. But I wasn't having any of that guilt shit, this was making me horny as hell, and he was even worse off.

I sensed that their returrn to the table had distracted him a bit, so I decided to turn up the heat a notch. I took his boys in my hands and massaged them carefully but firmly, occasionally tugging down lightly. I was rewarded with more tenseness and some conversation.

"What's up your ass, you look like you're trying to take a shit over there" Pam sniped.

"Just waiting....for Sookie" he sounded ragged as hell. Not very convincing, and I knew Pam had an excellent bullshit detector of her own. She learned from the best.

"Jesus, Eric, she has to powder her nose, you'll live while she's away" Viktoria chided.

"Sookie didn't ask me to go with her to powder her nose? Now that just doesn't sound like our Sookie. Where else could she be?" Uh-oh. This was going to go downhill quickly. Please please don't look under the tablecloth, whatever else happens I could handle.

"She's taking care of something for me" he managed to get out. I was impressed. He'd have outed me the first time he put his cool tongue between my legs. I wouldn't be able to control myself like this.

Deciding I needed to give him some relief, I pulled down harder on him, twisting at his base with my other hand with each pass I made. I was rewarded when I felt him swell a bit more. A couple of seconds later, his body tensed and I felt his cool liquid pulsing into my mouth. I swallowed a couple of times and slowed to just barely sucking on his sensitive head. Apparently this was a bad idea. Whatever control he'd used up as he came just now was gone the second he felt what I was doing as the waves were hitting him.

Eric made a funny noise and the table got quiet. I heard a click and some murmuring between Viktoria and Pam. He composed himself well, and I stopped provoking anymore outbursts with what my tongue was doing to the poor guy. I let him slide out of my mouth, and proceeded to carefully zip his pants in the dark, not even bothering with his button. I sat there for a moment, wondering if I should stay for a moment or not. No one said anything.

Two things happened.

Pam's dry voice pierced the silence first. "Eric, would you mind grabbing us ladies a couple of Royals from the bar? We're just plum tuckered out from all that dancing, aren't we girls?" Giggles around the table. Shit.

"Um, Lars, can you get this round?" Eric played it cool as best he could, reaching for his wallet behind him, probably giving the guy some cash for the drinks.

"Gee, I don't know, Eric, I'm kind of bushed too. I'll go get the next round." Quiet snickering.

"Eric, we're thirsty, seriously, what's the problem?"

Just as he was about to tell her exactly why he couldn't stand up yet, which was due to the tent still pitched in his black pants, something came over me. I felt even bolder than when I'd ducked under the table. I decided that I ran with vamps, and they weren't for the feint of heart. I also decided I'd enjoyed the hell out of that, and my guy had too. Therefore, I wasn't gonna let him feel awkward about this shit.

I smoothed my dress down, made sure my girls were still where they should be, and smoothed my hair down a bit. Taking a deep breath, I slid out from under the tablecloth and stood right there in front of all of them, tall and feisty. Eric scooted his chair back and held his arm out for me to come stand between his legs. I knew he was trying to give me moral support, which only made me more determined to cut this awkward shit out.

As I looked everyone in the eye, noting their amused expressions, I stuck my chin out and said one little word.

"Next."

The redhead that had been dancing with Pam all night broke into a huge smile and dove under the table. Pam's eyes were wide as quarters, and everyone broke into applause, attracting the surrounding tables' attention. Everyone was looking to see what had happened, but the applause continued. One of the vamps, bless his heart held up a hand for a high five. I smacked it as hard as I could and adjusted my breasts like the fabulous bitch I was. I was now fully elevated to Eric's perfect match in everyone's eyes. They would tell this story for a while to come, I knew. So much for Eric being the only one with a reputation. In their world, this was a good thing. Sex was to be enjoyed and done often and well. Humans are easily embarrassed and self conscious about sex, and boy are they missing the boat.

For the first time, I looked at my guy as I scooted between his legs to stand in front of him. He picked me up instead and sat me on his lap, looking extremely proud to call me his.

"Mine" he said loudly, and beamed at the rest of the table, the other guys now giving him the high fives.

As Pam held on to the table for all she was worth, Eric's acquaintance Johan raised his blood, looking at me as he spoke.

"To Eric, for managing to not fuck up and let this beautiful, awesome creature get away from you. She is your match in every way." Everyone raised their glasses, even the two human girls, who raised their cosmos.

"And to Sookie" stated Viktoria, "for making our Eric very happy, and for being the most awesome bitch I've met in a long, long time. Welcome to the family. We look forward to you joining us." Every glass clinked together and many pleasantries were exchanged before a fresh song started pounding out an irresistible beat. Everyone filed out onto the floor except for Eric, me, Pam, and her new acquaintance.

"Shall we dance, lover?" he asked coyly, nodding at a very disheveled and very occupied Pam.

"I think that would be a great idea." I looked at Pam as we slid off our stool and headed for the dance floor. "Enjoy" I smirked at her as we passed.

She looked at me with wild eyes, and mouthed "thank you!" I winked and let my beautiful Viking lead the way.

Disclaimer: Charlaine Harris owns the books and the characters, but mmmm-mmm, I'm having a lot of fun borrowing them! (I'm not Ms. Harris, as you can tell.)