A/N: Man, do you not hate me yet? So sorry about the wait. I know I was technically on hiatus or whatever, but I've been trying my damnedest to get caught up, and I still hate making you guys wait so long. I did take my stuff off hold too. If you didn't notice. Thank you all for being so awesome.

Special thanks to EtheHunter for putting up with my whiny, insecure ass. She's always picking me up when I fall down. Much love. Thanks also to smittenskitten for pre-reading. She's so talented and wonderful.

Disclaimer: If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm not Charlaine Harris, or Allan Ball, so I make no money.

Previously...

I had a moments hesitation. This was Eric, but then again it wasn't. It was complicated, but also, so very not complicated. When everything was back to normal, would the real Eric remember? Would I want him to? How would I feel if he didn't? It wasn't hard to shake away my doubt. I needed this.

Biting my lip, I caught his eyes as I guided him between my legs. I clenched in anticipation, in need, feeling the warmth grow to something unbearable as the swollen tip of him met my soaked lips. All I needed to do was...

Eric stiffened, his lips curling in a snarl as he looked toward the door. His fangs were already distended, though I'm not sure when exactly they had. I'd been a bit distracted. But this time it seemed as if it was out of anger and not from the arousal that was still dripping from my pores.

"What it is?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly with repressed desire, and a little fear.

Eric turned to look at me then, his face betraying his emotions. Fear, regret, anger, disappointment...the list went on and on. "There is a vampire at your door," he finally growled out.

I made a growling noise of my own as I slid away from Eric and stood. Moments before I'd been begging for her to show up, but now I wished she'd go away.

Pam had horrible timing.

SPOV

I was a little shocked when I opened the door to find it wasn't Pam banging away. I'd barely managed to get out of the tub before the incessant pounding started, and it didn't relent until I swung the door open. Hell, I was still trying to straighten out my clothes.

Jessica shoved her way passed before I'd managed to spit out an argument, or even a greeting. It made me stumble a bit before I realized, though I'd taken back Bill's, I hadn't rescinded Jessica's invitation into my house. Not that I would, unless she tried to take a bite out of my neck or something.

If that happened she was SO uninvited.

"Sookie, thank God you're home," she breathed as she fell onto my couch and buried her face in her hands. "I'm so confused. I don't even know what to do. You've got to help me."

For the first time since she'd walked, or ran rather, in, I finally got a good look at Jessica. She looked haggard, not in that she looked hungry or anything of the sort, she just looked run down. Her shoulders were slumped, her eyes wild and sunken in. She looked as if she hadn't slept for days.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked in a panic as I rushed to her side.

"I'm so stupid. I freaked out. I didn't know what else to do, or where to go. You have to help me, Sookie. You have to. I fucked up."

I gaped for a second. I'd heard Jessica cuss before, but it wasn't something I heard from her all the time. And to be honest, despite the fact she was a vampire, it sounded a little weird coming out of her mouth. I took her clammy hands in mine.

"I don't understand. What happened, Jessica? You're not making any sense."

She stood up and started pacing at a vampire speed. If it weren't for her bright red hair, I doubt I would've been able to track her. She stopped long enough to say, "I glamoured Hoyt," before resuming her pacing again.

"What? You what?" I stuttered, moving to intercept her path. At least, I hoped. She ran right into me. I stumbled back a step but managed to keep upright. "Slow down. Tell me what happened."

She did finally, coming to a stop just between me and the door. Her hands were in her hair. "Like you would fucking understand. God, what am I doing here?"

"Jessica!"

"You're human! I don't know why I thought you'd understand. You're all the same."

"If you'd slow down and tell me what the hell is going on, I might understand it," I countered, hands on my hips. I couldn't help but to take offense to her sudden attitude change.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here," she sobbed and abruptly disappeared, leaving the front door swinging in her wake.

"What the hell?" I walked over and closed the door, confused, a little angry, and more than a little scared. I'd never seen Jessica so upset before, and she said she glamoured Hoyt? What was that all about?

Not that I didn't have enough to worry about all on my own, but Jessica was a friend. At least I considered her one. But there wasn't much I could do if she wasn't willing to let me help. Maybe she'd come back later?

"Everything okay, my lover?" Eric asked, startling me.

I tried to center myself before turning to face him. But my face was still flushed, as were other parts of my anatomy, by what had been interrupted. Oh boy.

Eric was in a towel. Nothing else. Just a towel. And I knew what was underneath that towel. Damn. I'm not sure how long I stared, but it was long enough for Eric to clear his throat. His eyes held amusement, and probably a little satisfaction when I finally found them.

"Umm," I stuttered and then blushed.

Sometimes it pissed me off that I was so inexperienced. Other girls might have known how to be demure and sexy or suggestive and smug. Because I had affected Eric. The proof wasn't hidden at all by the towel. But I didn't know how to be any of those things.

"Fine. I'm fine," I finally said. "Sorry. About earlier, I mean. I shouldn't have... I was feeling... I'm just sorry, okay? I shouldn't have take advantage of you like that. Wow, never thought I'd say that to you, Eric. God, now I'm rambling. Please, shut me up. Anytime now –"

He did. With his lips. My reaction was instant and completely without abandon. My fingers tangled in his hair, still damp on the ends, and my tongue shoved past his lips. I moaned and pressed myself against him.

It was so wrong, but I seemed to lack the will to stop. God, it felt so damn good. I kissed him harder, and Eric, being Eric despite the fact that he wasn't, responded in kind. His hands roamed along my back, curved over my ass and held me tightly to him.

His hips responded in much the same way as mine, surging back and forth, back and forth. So hard and so right there. I was breathless when Eric's lips left mine and began making a trail down my neck, over my collarbone and shoulder. I shivered when I felt his teeth against the skin there. Whether in delight or fear, I couldn't be sure.

''Eric," I gasped out. Begging, pleading for him to stop teasing. For him to pull away because I couldn't. For...anything. "Eric. Please. God."

I think he growled. "Oh, my lover," he breathed and then lifted me with ease, walking back until I was against a wall. I didn't care which wall it was. Something dug into my back.

His fingers were on my button, my zipper. Then, sweet heaven, they were in me. He slid two of those deliciously long digits inside me easily. Yes, there, right there. I was much less timid as I writhed against his hand, unashamed as I crept closer and closer to that moment. That exquisite release.

Eric growled and shoved me harder against the wall, his large body pinning me there. The pleasure and pain was perfect. I loved it. Closer still – I felt like I'd explode.

Eric's voice was rough like gravel, his breath whispering over my lips. "Come for me, sweet Sookie. Come for me. Now."

I did. Just like that. On his command I was crying out, flying. I felt my toes curl as my body shook in delight. I think I may have screamed, but the pulse pounding in my ears affected my hearing a bit. He slid his fingers from me when I'd settled, and I dropped my feet to the floor. I was surprised when my legs held my weight.

Eric stepped back, and I pretended it wasn't the hottest thing in the world when he started licking his fingers clean. One by one. When he closed his eyes and licked his palm, I shuddered. That definitely wasn't supposed to be so damn sexy.

Eric sobered a lot quicker than I did, brushing aside some of my damp hair. His hand lingered on my cheek. "Pam is here," he said softly.

My eyes shot open and I scrambled away from him. "What? Where? When? How long has she been here?"

He frowned slightly and stepped closer again. "She's waiting outside. She did not interrupt." He looked up and towards the front door. "She's amused, I think."

"Oh, God," I grumbled, burying my face in my hands. "Please tell me she didn't hear that." Someone just kill me now.

"It was a beautiful thing to witness, my lover," Eric said softly. I groaned in response, completely humiliated. "Do not be ashamed by the pleasures of the flesh."

"And what pretty flesh it is," a feminine voice said from the doorway. I kept my face carefully hidden in my palms. Please, kill me now. "I wonder, Sookie, does that precious pink color spread to every inch of your body?"

A/N: UGH, I hate that this was so short, but at least it's something. And these two got to have a little fun. Next we'll hear from Pam and find out what she's been up to. Again, please forgive me for it being so short after such a wait.

If you can't tell, there was definitely one story line I kind of wanted to follow. At least a little bit. I'm crushing a little on Jessica and Jason. I'll give that one to AB, not mad at him for it.

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