A/N: More fluff, at least until I figure a few things out. Thanks for the reviews and feedback!

Sookie POV

Eric and I both agreed to let Pam surprise me with my new car. She told us it would take a few days to arrange everything, but she'd have it delivered as soon as possible.

I was in no shape to drive, so I stayed with Eric that night. Eric drove us back to his house, and had Pam drive the SUV there as well. I'd need it a few more days, apparently.

The next day, I drove back to Bon Temps. Gran was curious about why I'd driven the SUV back instead of my old car. She was shocked and amused that they'd "accidentally exploded" my car, but chided me for having let it get that far. I admitted that I'd known it was silly to refuse a gift all that time, but it really had turned into more of a game for me. It was fun to try to outwit Eric, even if I did ultimately fail.

We had just sat down for lunch when she dropped a bombshell on me.

"So when are you going to move in with that boyfriend of yours?" Gran asked.

I nearly choked on my tea. "Um, what?"

"You need to be out enjoying your own life, not sitting around watching me putter through the tail end of mine."

"Gran, don't talk like that." I frowned.

She laughed. "Oh, I've got plenty more years left, you silly girl. I'm too stubborn to die anytime soon."

I thought about that for a few minutes. "You wouldn't be upset if I moved in with Eric?"

Gran shook her head and patted my shoulder. "I want you to be happy. Eric makes you happy. Things like this can be as simple and joyful as you want them to be. If it doesn't work out, you've always got a place here. But I don't see that happening."

I grinned. He and I did get along well, to say the least. We'd already had something of a trial period when Gran and I were staying with him.

"Besides," Gran said, "You're only going as far as Shreveport. You can come visit whenever you like."

"What about your errands and such?" I'd always been the one to help her get around, be it to the store, library, or church.

"I talked with Jason about that; he's going to help me out until he can find me a car of my own. I've got some money saved up for it."

It sounded like everyone around me had been thinking about this more than me. It was an odd feeling. It wasn't that I hadn't thought about it at all, it just felt like a someday idea. Something you do at some undefined point in the future.

Well, to hell with that. I wanted my someday now. After some thought, I decided to hold off on bringing it up with Eric. The moment had to be right; I'd know it when it came.

It was almost a week before the big car surprise was finally ready. I'd stayed with Eric the night before, so we were both at his place when Pam called to let us know she was bringing over my new car. At this point, I was no longer upset with either of them about the whole fiasco. I was just excited to see what my surprise would be. Eric could barely keep me from jumping out of bed after Pam called, and it wasn't for any lack of trying on his part. He did catch me in the shower, and by the time we were done in there I had to scramble to throw on underwear and a dress.

Pam drove up about an hour after she'd called. At first glance, it looked unassuming enough: a simple, four-door black sedan with slightly tinted windows. The windows didn't have a single scratch on them, and the paint looked fresh. The tires were also new, but the rims weren't. You had to really look to tell it was a used car. It was kind of on the large side, but that wasn't a problem for me.

Eric grinned like he knew something I didn't.

I nearly tackled Pam when she got out of my new car. "Okay, Pam. Tell me about my new car."

"Sookie, your requirements were safe, comfortable and reliable. This is a Crown Vic Police Interceptor. Safe: it has a steel body-on-frame construction that was designed to not only take a hit, but to be able to ram other cars and still be able to chase them down. On top of that, this particular car has bulletproof windows. Comfortable: it has been fitted with the street appearance package, so the interior feels like a couch. Reliable: it's a fucking cop car. Doesn't get much more reliable than that."

Ram cars? Chase them down? Bulletproof windows? I was floored. "Pam, I'm an ex-librarian telepath, not an FBI agent."

She looked blankly at me. "You said you wanted safe. I got you safe. It came with a prisoner screen, but I figured you two might want easier access to the back seat. The back doors can't be opened from the inside. I had the screen removed, but we can install one if you'd like."

I was speechless. Prisoner screen? Was she fucking serious?

Pam turned to Eric. "Your requirements were secure, fast, and sexy. Secure: this is a dark car, meaning that the interior lights do not automatically light up when you open the doors. It's great for stealth. Since it's an old cop car, no one will want to fuck with it, and people on the road will be intimidated by it. Fast: it has a souped-up v8 engine with 250 horsepower. This particular car has been altered to bypass the electronic limitation of 120mph. However, given the axle ratio, I wouldn't recommend taking it above 150mph. Sexy: Eric, if that engine were in your Corvette, it wouldn't be street-legal. The backseat is large enough for even you to get down and dirty, but check this out…"

She walked to the rear of the car and popped the trunk. Eric and I both stared in awe. "See that? That is an eight-body trunk, provided you cut 'em up right. It doesn't get any sexier than that."

Holy fuck. I didn't expect to be stuffing any bodies in my trunk, let alone cutting them up, but I could easily curl up and sleep comfortably in that thing. That made me wonder.

"Is the trunk light-proof, in case of emergency?" I asked.

Pam took a close look and shook her head. "No. See those holes in the floor lining? But that's not a bad idea. Even Eric could fit in there." She took a closer look at the inside of the trunk. "It's already fitted with an internal lock release, so that's good."

Eric, who had been grinning maniacally for the past few minutes, finally spoke up. "Pam, you are fucking brilliant. I think I'm jealous that I didn't think of this first. I might need you to get one for me."

Pam tilted her head to the side. "It'd take a while to find another one. I assume you'd want the leather interior, for easier clean-up?"

He nodded. "Yes. And a light-proof trunk."

"All right; give me some time, I'll see what I can find. In the meantime, you can check out this one and figure out what you'd like done differently with yours. And I'll definitely be putting that one on your card."

"Christ on a hot buttered biscuit," I muttered. "How much does one of these things go for?"

She shrugged. "You can't buy them fresh from a dealership. They're not available to the general public, except on the used market. This one only has about fifty thousand miles on it. I've got a few connections. Before some minor repairs and alterations, it only cost me about five grand."

This was a car I could have easily afforded on my own, especially with my new salary. It was stupid, but that made me feel better about the whole thing. It was a damn sexy car. It looked like something the Secret Service would drive.

Pam dangled the keys in front of me, and Eric laughed as I eagerly grabbed them. I hopped into the driver's seat and immediately noticed how comfortable it was. Pam leaned in a bit and showed me the button to push to turn on the interior lights. I found a strange round button in the middle of the dash and pushed it; that apparently opened the trunk. Good to know. It was an automatic, which I liked. My last car had been a stick shift, and while it got great mileage, it was hell in the stop-and-go traffic of downtown Shreveport.

The passenger side door opened and the car gently sank a few inches as Eric sat down next to me. He was still grinning like a crazy vampire.

"Where shall we go, lover?"

I thought my face would crack from grinning. "Does it matter?"

Eric and I drove for hours. It amused me that the cars in front of me always drove on their best behavior: they thought we were cops, and they didn't want to get pulled over. As funny as it was, I could see it being annoying if there wasn't an extra lane to pass them.

The thing I found really disconcerting was when we were on the highway. Everyone around me seemed to be going really slow; when I checked the speedometer, I was shocked to find out that we were going almost 80mph. It felt like we were barely going over the speed limit, the ride was that smooth. Eric would have a field day with that.

Around midnight, I started to get hungry. We pulled off the highway and found a drive-thru. Eric and I swapped places, so he could drive while I ate.

As predicted, Eric drove like he was trying to break the sound barrier. The alignment was so tight, I had to look at the dash to be able to tell that he was going 145mph. Pam had warned him against going over 150mph, after all.

"I take it you're not still mad at us for killing your old car?" Eric asked, grinning.

I had a mouthful of fries, so I finished chewing and swallowed before I answered. "I guess I could find it in my heart to forgive you. This is a totally sweet ride."

"Pam did well," he admitted. "I never realized just how much she knew about cars."

"Personally, I think it's better than a Corvette. More room."

Eric shifted in his seat and looked over at me. I winked.

"Did you have something in mind?" He asked; I could tell by his voice that he thought he already knew my answer.

"Yep. Sure did." I decided to tease him by stalling; I took the last bite of my burger, and started cleaning up after my meal.

Eric waited while I did all of that, and after a few seconds he finally gave in. "Would you like to tell me about it?"

I had two responses at the ready, both of which would get his full attention. I made hmn-ing noises and thoughtfully tapped my chin while I considered my options. When I realized they both ultimately had the same conclusion, I decided to go for the big whammy.

I did a quick mirror check to make sure Eric wouldn't inadvertently cause an accident; we were driving on an access road, and there were no other cars around us. Excellent.

"Well," I said nonchalantly, "With trunk space like that, I won't need to ask Jason to help me move."

As I figured he would, Eric pulled over to the side of the road tout de suite. He put the car in park and turned to look at me.

"Move?"

I unbuckled my seat belt and moved over to straddle his lap; with his long legs, there was plenty of room for me between him and the steering wheel. He placed his hands on my hips and eyed me expectantly, waiting for me to clarify. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in as if to kiss him.

Looking in his eyes, I whispered against his lips, "That is, if you're still interested in having me live with you."

Instantly, I was crushed to him, his lips feverishly locked onto mine.

There were heated kisses, and there were kisses that curled your toes and made you see stars. This kiss was in another class entirely. Time stopped. There was nothing but us, nothing but the feel of his mouth, my tongue caressing his fangs, the sweet vibration of his moan.

Gradually I became aware of his hands on my hips, pressing them to his. I felt him hard beneath me, felt my dress being pulled up, heard the rip of my panties as they disappeared.

When I felt his fingers slide into me, I broke the kiss and buried my face in his neck, shuddering. As I ground against his hand, he rubbed his thumb on my nub, bringing me closer. With a gasp, I came suddenly, only vaguely aware that I was biting his shoulder to stifle my screams.

I reached down and grabbed his hand when he started to pull out of me. I brought it to my mouth and looked him in the eye as I sucked my own juices off of his fingers. Eric groaned and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. When I nipped the tip of his index finger, his hips jerked up towards me. He reached down and quickly unbuttoned his jeans as I slid down the zipper. He lifted his hips again, allowing me to push his jeans down.

Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, savoring the feel of him inside me. Without lifting my hips, I started undulating them in a figure eight motion, occasionally raising one hip or the other.

"You…" Eric gasped. "You are a fucking goddess."

I leaned forward and caught his lower lip between my teeth, almost biting hard enough to draw blood. He growled and grabbed my hips, guiding me up and down as he lifted himself beneath me. Once again, I could feel myself getting closer; I tilted my head to the side. The sharp sting of his fangs piercing my neck was enough to send me over the edge. Eric groaned and came just after me.

I leaned against him, trying to catch my breath. He gently licked the marks on my neck, shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Realizing that we'd just broken in my new car, I couldn't help but chuckle. I sat up and looked at him.

"So… is that a yes?" I grinned lazily at him.

Eric smirked. "When we get home, I'll show you yes."

Disclaimer: All of the characters contained in this story are property of Charlaine Harris. I don't own them, I just like to play with them a bit.