Quick Update: Eric has a night off. He plans to spend it with Victoria.

When I eventually woke up I needed a big breakfast. Bacon, eggs, sausage, toast and a big cup of tea, extra sugar. Was it sad to be so excited about leaving the house? As Eric has asked I was looking at cinema times and the theatre website on my laptop while cooking. I was trying to make a decision about what to do but knowing that I really wanted to just get out and go for a drive with him. To whichever secluded spot he wanted to go to.

I was just about finished with breakfast when Michael called. I admit a little part of me wanted to ignore the call and not deal with anything uncomfortable right now but that seemed a bit mean.

The first thing he said was "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. How are you? How's your throat?"

"We heal pretty quick. I'm OK, a bit embarrassed, I suppose." I wasn't sure what to say so there was a pause before he continued. "Could I come and see you for a minute?"

"Not today Michael, sorry." I really didn't have time.

"Are you sure you're OK?"

"Of course I am."

"But I can't see you?"

"No but only because I'm running a bit late, we're going out later..." I was so pleased that this was the absolute truth, "...and I'm nowhere near ready yet. Why do you need to see me?"

Michael hesitated. Was he satisfied with my reply? Maybe he decided he was because he seemed to stop worrying about my well-being and said, "I spoke to Mrs Edwards today, she didn't realise you lived just two doors down. I think she'd like to meet you."

"The politician's wife?" I knew the name.

"Yeah."

"Meet me? Why?"

I could imagine Michael shrugging at my silly question. "Well, you're neighbours."

"And?" I wasn't sure about this idea.

"And her husband's away a lot, her daughters have moved out to go to school, she might be lonely, maybe." I was pretty sure that Michael thought I might be the lonely one and he was probably right but how would I get along with a politician's wife? It wasn't something I wanted to worry about.

"I don't know, Michael." I tried to back out of this.

"Just think about it." He countered.

It seemed easier to agree to do that than say no again. "OK, I'll think about it. Eric said he knew her husband, I'll see what he thinks too."

Uncomfortable pause. Long uncomfortable pause. I needed to go.

"Eric still seemed angry when I left last night." Michael began again. To me it seemed like he was blaming Eric.

"He was a little but we got it worked out... Your father spoke to him late last night. Eric was perfectly calm then, if you don't believe me then ask him." I tried not to sound irritated but I was a little. From Eric's point of view it was so easy to see why he had been so angry.

"OK, sorry." Michael backed off when he realised I was being defensive. "Not sure if my father would want to talk to me right now though."

This change of subject was more interesting to me and surely easier to discuss. "Why? What's wrong with the colonel?"

"I've been called into a meeting with him and some other directors of the estate. I doubt that they liked me taking things into my own hands yesterday afternoon."

"Really? I'm sure it will be OK, just a quick telling off maybe?" I wasn't sure if I should tell Michael what Eric had said to his father. It didn't seem to be my place. "When is the meeting? Would you let me know what happens?"

"It's tomorrow. Sure, I'll let you know." He sounded very disheartened.

Damn! I felt like a bitch but I said. "I'm sorry, I really have to go."

"Sure. Have a good night. I'm glad you're getting out a little."

Damn! Being a bitch would be easier if he wasn't so damn nice and didn't sound so worried. "Michael, I didn't tell you this. OK? But Eric gave a rave review of you to your father, if you have a real problem tell me, I'll tell Eric. He won't let them get rid of you from here."

Michael actually laughed. "Yeah, right!"

"Hey, I didn't need to tell you that. Eric said that your 'opinion regarding this estate should be respected' and that you should have been allowed to deal with… Gavin." My flash of temper ran out quickly, I really wished I hadn't bothered saying anything.

Maybe Michael realised I was telling the truth. "Really? I'm sorry..."

"I shouldn't have said anything. Could you just forget it." Me and my big mouth. I was kicking myself for saying anything about this to him.

"I won't forget, thank you for telling me, sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. I promise I won't say anything unless I need to." He said this all in a rush and somehow listening to him rush made me begin to calm down. "You do a good impression of him." Michael continued.

I laughed, realising I had put on my best 'Eric Voice' when repeating what Eric had said. "Thank you. But I really have to go. OK?"

"OK. Good night."

I was nervous and excited as I went into Eric's room before the sun began to go down. His words were running around my head. "When I wake be here, sit astride me, touch yourself just like tonight, I want to be fucking you as I wake."

I could do this for him. Couldn't I? It was going to be a bit of a challenge to get the timing right, the times I had tried before he had woken too soon so I knew needed to be ready, then to make sure he was ready. Considering how Eric had gone to sleep getting him ready was the easiest part of this. That thought made me smile and blush at the same time.

I knew Eric wouldn't get cold and I knew I wasn't disturbing him, but I did feel a little guilty peeling the covers from him. I folded them down to his feet and made my self relax just watching him lay there. I knelt on the bed beside him, dropped a kiss on his lips and ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. I always assumed it was my imagination but he seemed cooler when he was sleeping somehow. Using two hands I gently stroked him, which certainly started a twinge of desire inside me.

I moved so I was sitting astride him but a little further back than where I would eventually need to be. I couldn't resist stroking him again, I wanted to taste him but if I was going to be ready for him when he woke I needed to be selfish right now. I had thought I might be a little uncomfortable doing this but he was here so I could concentrate on looking at Eric. His abs, his chest, his arms, his shoulders, his face and I trailed my warm fingers up my thighs to my centre while not taking my eyes off him. I just really wasn't used to warm fingers, cool teasing fingers were much more to my taste but without the teasing I did feel myself getting wetter and warmer pretty quickly. I couldn't stop a small moan and began to reach for him with my warm, damp fingers. It was amazing to feel him harden even more as I stroked him. I scratched at him a little, glancing at his face, he still seemed to be sleeping. I moved a little higher positioning myself closer to him. We were both so near to being ready and he was still sleeping. I allowed myself a triumphant smile as I stroked the tip of him against me.

As I lowered myself onto him it was clear I wasn't as ready as Eric usually made me. He felt huge, almost uncomfortable inside me. I gasped a little in surprise. I rocked myself back and forwards a little, before lowering myself further. Perfect. Perfect.

Eric's eyes flickered beneath his closed eye lids.

I couldn't take my gaze from his face so I saw the shock on his face when his eyes flew open and he tried to work out what was happening to him.

In that split second I realised that this was probably a really, really bad idea.

If Eric woke to find someone on top of him wouldn't his first instinct be 'fight'?

It was. Fight, fight.

His fangs showed immediately and his huge, strong hands gripped my thighs tight. I almost had a second to give a small scream of panic but that turned into a gasp of relief as his snarl turned into his sexy, fangy grin. If I hadn't been desperate for him before, I certainly was when I saw that grin.

As Eric realised who I was and that I was doing exactly what he had asked of me then his grip on my thighs turned into stroking, encouraging me to move deeper onto him again. I needed a second to gather myself and lean forward a little. I hadn't realised I had tried to lean back in an attempt to get away from him.

He slipped his cool hands to my back and bottom, helping me keep in rhythm. He was murmuring something, not in English, although he distinctly said "pet". I put my hands on his chest, leaning forward which might have hurt him had he been human. Still riding him, I lowered myself to his lips, desperate for a kiss. I was careful to scratch my tongue against his fangs and he was sucking hard to taste me as I reached my first release shuddering, falling forward onto his chest.

"Perfect, my pet." Eric crooned into my ear. "What a wonderful way to wake up."

He was still hard, deep inside me and I was still moving down onto him when he flipped us over. I gasped in shock at moving way too fast, then somehow got the giggles realising we were still together but that Eric was totally in charge now. Serious again. I couldn't wrap my legs around him, but braced my feet on the bed, lifting myself to him. He drove into me as I clutched his shoulders, tipping my head back to offer my throat as I knew he was getting closer and closer to his release. We reached our climax together, Eric with a shout and me with a few tears of exultation.

My head was spinning a little as I relaxed back onto the bed, Eric still above me was relaxed now too. He was still careful not to crush me as he grinned, watching me collect my thoughts and my breath.

"Was that what you had in mind?" I murmured.

"Most definitely!" He kissed me slowly then broke off, admitting. "Although I was incredibly confused when I first woke. Did I hurt you?"

"No, no. I was a little scared for a second but you seemed to realise what was happening very quickly. Could I wake you like that again?" I asked.

"That would make sleeping worthwhile." He winked as he moved onto his side.

"You didn't feed?" I had to query a little. He often fed from me when I came but not always. I was, as ever, intrigued by his eating habits.

"Just the little taste from your tongue was marvellous. I'm sure I will get plenty more opportunities to taste you this evening." We grinned at each other, it seemed he was looking forward to those opportunities as much as I was. "I apologise if the phone disturbed you, my pet."

"The phone?"

"The phone rang."

"It did?" I blushed.

"And you had no idea?"

"None at all!"

Eric laughed. "Victoria, you have a one track mind."

"Is that a problem?" I grinned at him.

"Not at all!" Eric kissed my forehead as he reached for his phone. "I shall call Pam back then you can tell me our plans for tonight."

I couldn't hear Pam but whatever she said didn't make Eric happy. He said something I didn't understand but I could guess it wasn't polite. I slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom thinking that the plans for the evening might be changing. If there were changes then I was determined to act with some composure and if he had to go then I would make myself smile as he left.

As I returned Eric was dressed in black jeans and black vest. He was sitting in his armchair and scowling as he put on his boots. He looked up as I came into the room. "Sorry, my pet, I have to go to Fangtasia." He beckoned me onto his knee.

"That's OK, we can do our night out another time." I wriggled a little, enjoying the denim under my bare bottom. "Is something wrong?" I realised I might actually need to be worried.

"Nothing really, but after a weekend of great publicity and a full bar, we only have two vampires in Fangtasia tonight. If that news gets around it would be terrible publicity for us. Don't laugh," he warned me "but the three Vamps who are supposed to be in attendance have car trouble in New Orleans!"

"I don't suppose they could fly back?" I knew they would have thought of this if they could.

"They are very young. We gave them this first Halloween weekend off and in exchange they were supposed to be in Fangtasia for a full week. They are on their way but if Fangtasia has no Vamps when we open the doors the regulars all text each other and stay away. Tuesday nights are slow enough already." Eric snarled. I tried not to smile but had to be a little pleased that he obviously didn't want to go. "I'll just stay for a couple of hours."

I hooked a lock of his hair over his ear, nuzzled his ear a little and whispered, "I'll look forward to you coming home."

He ran his hands over my legs and thighs making me quiver. "You could come with me? Only Pam and Longshadow are there now so you will be perfectly safe. You could sit on high chair at the bar. Somewhere I can see your legs. Stop me from getting bored."

"Really?" I bit my lip, nervous all of a sudden, but a little excited too. I needed to get out of this house.

"Really!" Eric was decided. He patted my bottom. "Up you get. Let me find you an outfit!"

Less than a minute later he was rifling through my walk-in wardrobe. I tried not to worry about his choices and said I was going to shower.

"No time, my pet, and if any strangers show up I would rather they can tell that you are mine."

I tried not to worry about that, I had showered before I had woken him so I wasn't actually smelly! But still, I washed everywhere! I tidied my hair a little, thinking that the rumpled look might suit Fangtasia and put on a little make-up. Eric watched me from the bed, hiding his outfit choice behind him.

"OK." I stood back from the dressing table mirror. "What am I wearing?"

He made jump as he appeared on his knees in front of me. "Silver panties first..." He held them open so I could step into them. Who knew being dressed by Eric Northman would be almost as good as being undressed by him? He ran his hands up my calves and thighs before slowly making sure the panties were in perfect place. He nuzzled my centre with his nose making me moan as he shot off again returning stood behind me and fastening the matching silver bra.

"Thank you." I murmured.

"I want you to be comfortable." He replied, knowing that I didn't like going out without a bra.

Next came the silver Manolo's that he had bought me so long ago. He was on his knees again stroking my calves as I held onto his shoulders stepping into the shoes. I should have realised that there was a theme to the outfit when Eric slipped the pleated, black leather skirt he had bought me when we first moved in around my waist. He stood back admiring his work.

"Black panties would look better with this skirt." I offered, knowing that in anything this short and flared I would be showing my underwear very easily. Eric grinned and shook his head. I was worried for a second that I was wearing nothing over the bra but he asked me to lift my arms and pulled down a silver vest I had got a while ago. I had the black, green and red versions too. It was just a strappy, vest but the expensive material shone, it was thick and clingy enough for me to feel covered. I nodded and smiled, both to Eric who was stood behind me and to my own reflection in the mirror. Somehow I felt confident and comfortable in this. "Please, could you keep the heat high in the car? Just so my legs don't turn blue!"

"I promise." He smiled back. "Does that mean you like my choices?"

"Yes, I'm very impressed. I just need my bag and we can go?" My favourite green bag had been in the bolt-hole cum-storage cupboard since my last trip out to the dentist. I collected it and popped a lip-gloss and mascara in the inside pocket. Eric handed me cash. Lots of cash.

"Just in case." He answered the question that my face asked.

"Just in case I get robbed, you want to be sure they get enough?" I asked laughing as I realised I was holding onto nearly two thousand dollars.

"Just in case." Eric wasn't laughing. I tried not to worry about that as we went to the garage.

Not really a finished chapter but this seemed like a good place to pause...

I am hoping to get the next Chapter up soon because I'm planning on writing it all day tomorrow – But Pam is in it and I'm a little nervous about writing her! I admit I've dodged her for ages!

This up-coming Fangtasia trip has been in my head from the beginning – it's one of this story's set-in-stone moments like their first night, discovering Lady Chatterley, meeting the Weres and Eric almost strangling Michael in the kitchen. I do get side-tracked by private fancy-dress parties and Eric dressing her but I swear there is a story here!

The Christmas Chapter is still on it's way – maybe by February when we're all desperate for a visit from Santa?

Please review – I need motivation to write Pam! She's a scary lady!

27th December 2010 - FanOTheFang on Twitter