A/N: Just a little quickie sip o' citrus for you. I let this sit too long, hopefully I'll be able to wind it up soon. Sorry for the wait.

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Sookie

I woke up on a toile bedspread to the sound of Pam and Eric bickering in harsh low whispers. They were speaking so fast, it sounded more like a constant hissing between two rather agitated rattle snakes. Not very lulling.

There was a throw blanket draped over me, and my initial reaction was to simply sink down lower into the mattress, snuggling around the warm lush fabrics. But, I found out as soon as I tried to move that everything ached. Everything.

Hello! Ouch.

My head was swimming with information from the night's events that all seemed dreamlike and unreal. It throbbed with it all. My body felt like I had been used as a punching bag for a professional boxer to take his pre-match stress out on, and the inside of my chest actually stung.

My back was facing the two vampires, but almost immediately after I had realized this, I wanted to turn over. To face Eric. To look at him and make sure that those horrible gashes from the silver had actually disappeared. I wanted to see that he was actually here, and that everything that I had happened prior to me waking up wasn't just some horrible nightmare with a happy ending.

I tried to roll, but my sore muscles screamed in protest and I whimpered in pain. The hissing conversation behind me ceased instantly, and Eric was by my side before I could even finish exhaling. I felt the bed indent and a strong arm come over me, helping me turn onto my back so I could see him better.

"Sookie," Eric started, with a mixture of relief and joy on his face, quickly turning to concern. "I need to give you some blood when you feel up to it." He was being extra gentle with my sore body as he spoke, and I was grateful.

"How long have I been sleeping?" I asked, ignoring his previous statement.

"Not long. We only got to the hotel about 20 minutes ago." He smiled, but his eyes were still burning with concern for me. It was sweet really. I loved that he cared so much, but a more pressing matter perked my interest.

"I'm in a bed, in a hotel, with you, and I'm still clothed? Eric your reputation is slipping."

He laughed, but stopped when he saw me wince from the movement of the bed his laughter had caused. Still, he answered. "Sookie, I have never taken a women against her will. I have never needed to. Sleeping with someone while they were literally sleeping? Not my thing."

It was my turn to chuckle but it caused the stinging in my chest to almost sear. I saw Eric's chest contort slightly and wondered if he felt it too. The look in his eye when he saw my pain confirmed it. He had.

"You need blood Sookie." Eric said again. It wasn't a suggestion this time, it was an order. Somewhere in the back of my head, the little girl inside of me stomped her foot and folded her arms. Never liking to be told what to do.

I didn't have the patience for her anymore, I was in pain and Eric was willing to help. I pushed her energy zapping child-like reactions aside and lifted up onto my elbows, scooting up the bed as best I could. The last thing I needed right now was to choke while drinking down my man's blood. That wouldn't be very lady like, now would it?

"So obedient..." Eric noted with an arched eyebrow. I stared him down immediately.

"I'm in pain buddy, don't get too used to it."

He laughed again and then carefully scooped me up, depositing me in between his legs as he splayed them out on the bed, while taking up a seated position behind me; resting his back against the headboard. Déja vu didn't begin to cover it.

"Before you two get all hot and heavy on each other, I'm going to go be productive and check us out. Or slit my wrists. Either one." Pam said as she glided through the room towards the door. Locking it behind her when she exited.

Eric ignored her. I heard him bite his wrist and then brought it in front of me, holding it close to my lips. I gazed for a second at the red liquid threatening to drip down his pale arm, wondering how my life had somehow gotten to this point?

With an accepting sigh, I took his arm into my hands. I clammed down on his wrist and drew in the blood almost greedily, one long pull after the other. Eric's rather tense body relaxed with each pull I took, and I heard his head touch the wall as he sank further into the bed. His free hand came to rest on my thigh, and his thumb massaged circles into it.

It eased the achy muscles in my leg and I moaned happily at his attentions. The longer I drank from him, the more I felt him grow and harden behind me. I almost laughed. It was of course, inevitable.

When he started to slowly rock his hips in a languid rhythm, turning my body on like a light bulb, I knew it was time to stop. I was out of breath and felt slightly stoned. I could feel Eric's blood working through my body to ease my sore muscles and heal the pain in my chest. My head lolled back, coming to rest on Eric's shoulder as I sank into his chest dropping my hands limply at my sides. Utterly spent.

I watched Eric lick the wounds on his wrist gingerly. He was moving slowly, and his eyes were closed. Each little lick looking more sensual than the last. So much so, that I found myself envying his hand. When he was done he let it come to rest on my other thigh, mirroring his attentions he was giving my other leg.

There we sat, for several long minutes, slowing rocking with each other, as Eric's hands worked their magic massaging my thighs. My body was buzzing with sensation and I felt the air humming with the strange electricity that only a few days ago Eric and I had experienced in my own bedroom back home.

It was building, demanding attention and so was the ache between my legs.

"Eric," I said, even though it was barely above a whisper. He knew what I wanted and moved his hands towards the button of my jeans about a millisecond after I said his name.

"Silly clothes," I said as he undid them. Eric's blood had certainly given me a high. I was mellow and hyper all at the same time. My words came out slurred though, as if I were drunk. Eric laughed lightly at my little statement, and nuzzled my ear with his nose.

I squirmed in his arms and he hissed in appreciation of the friction that it caused.

"We can't do this now Sookie," he said in my ear and I laughed, thinking he was joking. Eric? Not wanting sex? Come on.

"I'm serious. We only have so many hours left before dawn, and I need to get you back to Bon Temps for Thanksgiving." He was trying to be serious, but I could see the slight smirk on the corner of his lips.

"Screw Thanksgiving Eric," I said, still feeling the high from his blood and the buzzing of our touching, electrified bodies.

"I don't want to. I want to screw you. Repeatedly, for many many hours. Without interruptions." He said, his voice dropping lower with each word. As he spoke, I could practically feel the wetness growing between my legs. The entire time we were discussing to screw, or not to screw, his hands had been teasing the skin below my belly button and above the seam to my underwear. Gently dipping his fingers underneath for barely a moment before going back to his gentle massaging along my thighs and hips.

I ground into him, taking advantage of his currently heavily turned on state. Actions do speak louder than words after all.

"You will not sway me on this Sookie, I am much stronger than you, and you know it. Besides, you need to rest up. I don't want to run the risk the harming you."

I whimpered, bringing my hand up to caress the side of his cheek. "But, I want to Eric.... please."

He sighed and I heard a rumble in his chest. He was holding back a growl. It only turned me on more.

"What do you want Sookie? This?" and he moved his hand back towards the seam of my underwear, tickling the skin along it.

I closed my eyes, nodding my head slowly. "More," I said.

"This?" he said, coupling his question by dipping his fingers beneath the seam, barely touching the sensitive skin he found there.

I nodded into his shoulder again, "more."

"Oh, I know," he said deviously, "you want this." And he dipped his fingers down in between my moistened folds. My back arched and I gasped at even the lightest of his touches. I was practically burning with heat, and Eric's fingers were cool and played languidly against my skin. It felt incredible.

"Ahh," he said quietly, obviously liking my reaction. "So, you want this..."

"This" meant a series of sensual and skillful movements involving Eric's very sensual and skillful fingers. I nodded my head lazily as I started to rock my hips into his hand.

I opened my eyes to watch as his hand worked me, disappearing underneath the fabric of my underwear. His pale alabaster skin resting against my light caramel colored flesh. The image was intoxicating.

"Sookie," Eric whisper huskily into my ear, "we have to go home tonight."

I shook my head. All I wanted to do was stay in the strange, elegant hotel room with him until the sun came up, at that moment. Everything else seemed irrelevant.

"Yes, we do Sookie," he said, answering my silent response. He then moved his hand lower, inserting too of his long fingers into me. His rhythm was becoming faster, and my hips likewise picked up the pace. Eric started to curl his fingers inside of me and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

My head fell back again on his shoulder. "Can't we stay a little longer?" I asked breathlessly. As much as I was enjoying the feeling of his fingers working me, I wanted him inside me. All of him.

Eric put his other hand to work with massaging my breast. As if I needed any more stimulation at that moment. The humming in the room was still there, not as loud as last time, but certainly present. Our bodies, touching and moving with each other created the electricity that seemed to spark my senses into overdrive, and Eric was currently humming in my ear. Filling my head with pleasurable noises.

Nope. Definitely didn't want to leave.

"We have to leave Sookie... You don't want me to stop do you?" He threatened and my eyes shot open.

His hand, his fingers, even his palm were working at a staggering pace, I was on the edge of release and he was threatening to stop?

"No," I said in disbelief.

He smiled immediately. "Neither do I," and with that he did this amazing finger twisting, palm pushing, final thrust kind of a thing and I screamed out in pleasure. My climax surged through me, and the humming crescendoed along with it.

The excessive force used to yell had made me notice that my chest felt healed, and that my sore muscles had become relaxed and pain free again, as I rode out the sensations rocketing through me. Eric continued his movements, at a slower, lazier pace, allowing me to come down off of my high.

I smiled as my breathing steadied, feeling utterly relaxed and content.

I looked up at Eric who's pupils were dilated in lust, and beamed at him. He returned my look of genuine happiness, and then the other shoe dropped.

"Time to go," he said.

I balked. Wha...?

I didn't have much time to complain, nor did I have the energy to even lift my arm and hit him, I was so spent from my orgasm. He buttoned my jeans and scooped me up off the bed. We were out the door and down the three flights of stairs within seconds, and Pam was waiting by the front entrance with the Chauffeur at her side.

"What took you so long?" Pam asked without even the slightest hint that she actually cared to know the answer.

"We were just discussing things," Eric responded, cool as a cucumber. Dammit.

"Mmmhmmm," Pam said while folded her arms. "Our plane is waiting. You explain to the pilot while we're late then."

"Will do," Eric said, beaming.

I seethed at him. I wasn't so much angry with him, as I was angry at the fact that he was right. Thanksgiving was tomorrow, people were coming for dinner. I had to cook and clean and prepare. We had a precious amount of night left and getting back to Bon Temps should be the first priority. Amazing, mind-blowing, electrified humming sex had to wait.

Whatever.

I just hated to admit that he was right.

When we got to the plane and had taken our seats, I folded my arms and looked out the window. I wasn't going to break down and throw a hissy fit, but I certainly didn't have to pretend to make polite conversation either.

Eric leaned in as the engines roared to life and with the sexiest voice I ever did hear said, "Believe me Sookie, I'll make it up to you."

I turned my head towards his cool-as-ice breath and stared into his face, wanted to assess his eyes. He moved to fast for me to see and before I knew it, he was kissing me. I'd like to say that I didn't respond but who am I kidding?

When he pulled away, he licked his lips with his eyes still closed, as if savoring the taste of a fine wine, I moaned at the sight. Eric opened his eyes at my little noise and said in that same sexy-as-hell croon, "You won't be able to walk for a week."

With that, he flashed me a dangerous and devious smile; complete with fang, and leaned back in his seat. He took my hand as the airplane took off, and into the night we flew.

My heart was beating faster than a jack rabbit on adderall as I thought back on his words.

We couldn't get home fast enough.

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A/N: This poor story has been getting no loving from me as of late. Sorry bout that.

I know Eric promised to screw her till the rosters crowed in the last chapter, but that hissed conversation he and Pam were having at the beginning of this chapter was discussing that. They needed to get home first. Play later. Eric was obviously pissed, but had to convince Sookie that going home now was best.

Believe me, he would have much rather stayed in bed with her. But, c'est le vie.

Till next time kiddies!

:-)