A/N: Sorry for no chapter yesterday… it was a crazy day in the Myst household. Nothing bad, but I'll spare you the deets. In any case, here's another bit of fluffy lemon meringue. Up next: actual plot.

Sookie POV

It was rare that I felt like I was the last one to come to a conclusion. Even Jason was supportive of my moving in with Eric. He'd always been protective of me in school, beating up anyone who got too mean about me being "weird". He'd thought that it was all schoolyard bullshit, and that it generally stopped once we graduated. I didn't have the heart to tell him that people were still leery of me, that they still thought bad things about me; they just stopped saying them out loud. For the most part. In any case, he knew he couldn't always be around to protect me; besides, who could protect me better than a devoted vampire boyfriend?

I expected Jason to fuss about how Eric and i hadn't known each other all that long, but he just said, "Sook, who cares if it took a few weeks or a few months? If he makes you happy, then I'm happy. The minute that changes, you let me know. I may not be able to kick his ass, but that don't mean he got any right to treat you bad."

My brother and I might not have much in common, and we might not talk as often as either of us would like, but we loved the hell out of each other.

Gran told me she'd keep my room as it was, like she'd done with Jason's old room after he'd moved out. I decided to keep some clothes there, thinking that I'd probably wind up buying new clothes for my work at Fangtasia, anyway. Looking through my various possessions, it didn't feel right bringing most of them with me. It wasn't as if they were going to disappear if I didn't take them. Ultimately, I didn't have much to pack; I was still impressed when it all fit in the trunk of my new car. That thing really was something else.

Gran made sure to send me off with several casseroles. She declared that even if Eric's kitchen was stocked and ready to go, she didn't suspect I'd be interested in wasting any time cooking. It was difficult to not appear shocked; I knew she was feisty, but I rarely saw that particular side of Gran's humor.

It was early afternoon when I left Gran's house. She and I got a little teary-eyed, but we both managed to hold back the waterworks. I knew that my life would be very different; while I liked my old life, I recognized that it held very little for me. The relationships that mattered would follow me to Shreveport; I was leaving places and things, not people. I would still see Gran and Jason as often as I could. Gran had suggested that we figure out a night of the week that would be our weekly night to get together and have dinner.

As I pulled up in front of what I'd thought of as Eric's house, I realized that it was now my house, too. I'd lived so long in the farmhouse with Gran; it felt surreal to call anywhere else home.

Eric had offered to help me with the move, but I insisted on doing it during the day. I'd needed to have my own closure, my own transition. I wanted there to be a clear line defining one chapter of my life from the next. When we'd gotten back from our drive the night before, Eric made sure to show me how to use the security systems in the house.

It took a few trips to get all of my boxes and bags from the car and into the house, but I managed it with about an hour to spare until sunset. Moving was dirty work, even if I wasn't moving all that much stuff. I didn't feel like unpacking my clothes while I was all gross and sweaty. After making sure I'd gotten all of Gran's casseroles in the fridge, I left the rest of my stuff in the front room and figured Eric could help me with it all later.

I went into the bedroom to see Eric exactly as I'd left him: sprawled on his back in the middle of his… no, our bed. I smiled at the thought of it being ours.

Damn it, I wanted him to be awake already.

As I showered, I thought about what I wanted Eric to see when he first woke up. He'd already be pleased to wake up with me there, but I felt the occasion should be marked by a little something extra. Whatever I decided, I'd need to do it quickly, lest the decision be made for me.

I toweled myself dry and hopped up onto the bed.

Eric POV

I woke up to the feel of soft kisses on my face, on my neck. Hands in my hair, warm breasts pressing against my chest, legs straddled high on my waist. I tried to reach up to hold her closer to me, only to find resistance; the naughty wench was pinning my arms to the bed with her knees. I could have easily freed myself, but I wanted to see what she had planned.

Sookie chuckled at my attempts to move; her breath was hot against my skin. Such wonderful torture. She leaned forward, putting more weight on her knees, pressing her hips harder against me.

"Nuh-uh, Viking," she breathed. "I've got you right where I want you."

Oh, really? "And what were you planning to do with me, now that you've got me?"

She was kissing me everywhere she could reach; everywhere except my mouth. My hips tried to move against hers, but she was perched too high on my body. Tease.

"Hmn. You mean right at this moment? Or for the next few hours?"

"Yes," I growled.

Again, she laughed. She was enjoying this. I was aching to fuck her. Bring it.

"I was thinking…" She paused to lazily lick my neck.

"Of seeing just how long…" She kissed my shoulder.

"Before you can't take this anymore…" She clenched a fist in my hair, tugging slightly. Ungh.

"And you roll me over…" A nibble on my earlobe.

"And fuck me senseless." She surprised me by yanking my hair, jerking my head to the side, and biting down on my neck. Hard.

I was instantly on top of her, crushing my mouth to hers. I could never get enough of this woman. She had no fucking idea. Her moans were so sweet. I could smell her getting wetter. I ground my hips against her.

She wanted to play; I would play. I grabbed her wrists and crossed them behind her back, pinning them underneath her. Slowly, I licked, nibbled, and kissed my way down her beautiful neck. She shuddered when I scraped my fangs against her collarbone, whimpered when I licked the valley between her breasts. Her legs tried to wrap around me to pull me closer as I pinched her nipples. I grabbed her thighs and pushed them back down on the bed. My turn. Mine.

Inch by delicious inch, I made my way down. Her breaths were coming in shorter gasps now. My thumb traced light circles over her femoral artery. Goosebumps.

I took a long, slow lick of her wetness. Her hands shot out from behind her back to grasp at my head.

"Do I need to tie you down, lover?" I growled.

"No…" Sookie moaned. Not good enough.

"No what?" Say it.

She bit her lip and looked at me, uncertain.

"Say 'No, Master.'"

She squirmed, and I stopped my attentions to stare her down. I waited. She whimpered and tried to wriggle against me. I held her still.

"No… Master." She blushed. I fucking loved it. Yes. Gods, I wanted to devour her.

Her hands immediately went back to where I'd put them. Good girl. I didn't think she could get any wetter. Ungh. Fuck. I rewarded her with another lick, harder this time. She whimpered and writhed under me.

My tongue traced circles around her clit as I slipped two fingers into her. She was so tight, so wet for me. Yes. I slid my other hand up her thigh and let it rest on the soft spot just above her mound. I lifted my head to look at her face, and started massaging the sweet spot inside of her. When I pushed down with my other hand, her hips shot a foot up off the bed.

Gently, I bit down on her clit and flicked it with my tongue. There was a sudden wetness; she was so fucking delicious, I hummed in delight. That sent her over the edge, filling my mouth with her essence. She was trying to kill me.

I eased her back down to the bed as she shook. Her legs went limp.

Slowly, I crawled up her body, rubbing myself along her as I went. She was still twitching as entered her. Fuck. So tight. So hot. All mine.

I pulled her arms out from under her; holding both of her slight wrists in one hand, I pinned them to the pillow, above her head.

I waited for her eyes to focus, waited for her to come back to me.

"Please…" she moaned.

Mmm. "Please… what?"

"Please, Master…" She would kill me if I wasn't already dead.

"Yes?" Beg. Beg me to fuck you.

She whimpered as I pulled out of her. "Please, Master… fuck me."

I slammed into her. In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Harder. This. Yes. Mine. Fucking mine.

Her breath was coming in mewling gasps, louder. Louder. She screamed and clamped down on me. I bit her on the shoulder and pulled at the wound as I came. She let loose a string of profanities that left me smiling, gloating against her skin.

Oh, yes. You want to play? I'll win. Every. Fucking. Time.

I eased myself out of her and lay on my side next to her. My hands ghosted over her skin, raising a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

When she could move again, she curled her body towards me. I lay on my back and pulled her closer, her head coming to rest on my shoulder.

"I could get used to waking up like this, lover."

Sookie chuckled softly. "Oh, you've got no choice now. You're stuck with me."

"Is that right?"

"Gran damn near kicked me out. I'm your problem, now."

"Mmm. Mine. I like the sound of that." She had no idea what that did to me.

Sookie snickered and propped herself up to look at me with a raised eyebrow. "Master, huh?"

"I didn't hear you complaining." I smirked at her. She blushed.

"You don't expect me to call you that all the time now, do you?" Her tone was light, but I could tell she bristled at the idea.

"Just when the mood strikes. And if I recall correctly, you started it."

"Hmph." She laid back down and snuggled closer. "Why do other people call you that? Like, Pam and the waitress at Fangtasia."

"Pam calls me Master when she's recognizing me as her maker, as her superior. The staff at Fangtasia do it mostly for show." I didn't say it out loud, but they enjoyed the idea of being subservient to me. It wasn't an uncommon fantasy amongst the fangbanger crowd.

She thought about that for a few minutes. "Which is it, for me?"

"Which do you want it to be?" I countered. If she says she wants me to be her maker, I will so fucking do it. Right now. Damn straight.

She was so quiet for so long, I almost thought she might have fallen asleep. Finally, she responded. "I don't know."

It wasn't the answer I wanted, but I wasn't going to push her. Better she stay with me as a human than hate me forever for as a vampire. I knew I would never tire of this woman, that I wanted her with me for as long as I could have her. I could be patient. For now.

"One thing I do know…" she started to say as she looked up at me. I returned her glance, waiting.

"Whatever you did there? Damn."

I growled and pulled her on top of me.

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.