A/N: A much longer, plot-driven chapter to follow over the weekend, I promise. Here's just a small sip of lemonade for all you Northman-ites. Enjoy.

Chapter 29

The rest of the afternoon and early evening passed surprisingly quickly. For the first few hours, I alternated between talking to Calvin, Alcide, Amelia, Jason or Claudine. I was heartened to know that everyone I cared about was doing what they could to help Sam.

Calvin had checked in with me a few times already and had informed me that after a few of the Hotshot panthers and Longtooth Weres sniffed around Sam's trailer and the bar, there could really be no doubt that Quinn had, in fact, gotten to Sam.

Most recently I had spoken to Jason; I guess he felt guilty for dismissing me so rudely on the phone earlier today.

"There's only a small trace of blood though Sook" Jason said, in an attempt to pacify me. It didn't work.

"He can't be that hurt." He finished.

"Uh, thanks Jason" I had said "call me back if there's any more news."

Figuring that for the moment I had done everything I could for Sam, I decided to climb back into bed with my Viking. He would be rising soon and we had so much to discuss and to take care of it made my head spin. All I wanted to do was revel in the sensation of his cool, muscular arms holding me close to his body, my own personal air conditioning in our beautiful though very hot and muggy hotel room. I realized once again that our vacation to Hawaii, a place so beautiful and surreal and relaxing that I had dreamt of visiting it my whole life, was not a vacation at all. In fact, I was considerably more relaxed back in Bon Temps before we left. I had been bored, even.

Looking for excitement after my shift at Merlotte's one night, I drove to Fangtasia. Here I was just one week later, having been kidnapped and beaten, having fought in a war, having killed Victor, having had sex on a beach a few times, and now discovering Eric could soon be killed or made King and that my best friend was abducted by my ex-boyfriend. That's not even considering the drama I had been through with Bill, and the small bond I now had with Pam.

Boredom seems almost like a joke to me now. The old adage about being careful what you wish for suddenly rang very true.

Taking off my clothes and pulling back the covers, I forced myself to clear my mind of all things and just feel Eric's cool skin under my fingertips. Running my hands over his hard chest and admiring his incredible form, I pushed feelings of love and need into the bond. Even though he was dead to the world, our mental connection had heightened so much I imagined he could feel me even during his daytime rest. Also, I knew it would be mere moments before he rose and wondered if he was more lucid because of it.

Suddenly, a slow grin crept over his features and I knew he felt me. He was already awake.

"Lover" Eric purred "I would have you admire me in this manner every evening as I rose" he said, his eyes still closed.

Almost as though sensing exactly where I was without looking at me, Eric then hungrily grabbed my hips and saddled me over his pelvis. He was already fully erect, and angled my body so that the tip of his cock was at my warm, wet entrance.

Still with eyes closed, he reached one hand down and found my nub. Rubbing me furiously for a few seconds, he discovered I was already more than ready and pushed his hips upward, filling me with his entire length.

"Ahh" he groaned, sounding both primal and relieved at once. "I needed you, dear one, more than you can imagine" he said, pumping his hips up into me. "I knew you were near me today" he continued, speeding his pace and kneading every inch of my naked flesh with his hands "and I felt hunger for you even as I slept." He said, sounding almost possessive.

"Ungh, Eric, ohmygod" I responded breathlessly, throwing my head back and riding him, hard. "Make me come Eric, please, make me come" I screamed to him, our hips bucking, his hands rubbing my sensitive nub again.

"Sookie" he yelled fiercely, and then ripped a piece of flesh from his wrist, put it to my mouth, and grabbed my wrist all at the same time. Suddenly we were feeding from each other, fucking, and rubbing ourselves all over each other. I was reminded of a time when Eric proclaimed that that was his sole wish.

As soon our blood mingled, his on my tongue and mine on his tongue, we both climaxed in perfect sync. With one final thrust, Eric filled me with his seed and finally opened his eyes.

"Good evening, lover" he said devilishly.

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