The party was in full swing by the time Eric arrived. Someone had mentioned to someone else that their parents owned the old warehouse in the middle of nowhere that was going to be empty for a while, and it had escalated from there.

Half of the kids were clearly already off their faces. Jennifer Lopez was belting out 'Waiting for Tonight' via a couple speakers, and the bass was so loud that Eric felt it vibrating in his bones.

He pushed his way through the throngs, greeting people he knew as he went. At the far end was an area that had been designated as the dance floor, and Eric couldn't have been more surprised to see who was in the middle of it, owning it.

Sookie Stackhouse. She looked amazing. From the little he knew of her he would have never pegged her to be such a good dancer, let alone able to look so effortlessly sexy. The way the girl was moving was intoxicating.

Her hips swayed, she twirled and dipped with the music, and the look on her face was totally blissed-out. She was clearly enjoying herself greatly, maybe that's what made it so hard to look away?

He stared for a second, and then realized that half dozen fools around him were doing the same thing and snapped himself out of it.

She wasn't wearing anything fancy, in fact she was dressed-down compared to most of the other girls.

A pair of jeans, some boots and a white singlet completed her outfit. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

It was simple, and it showed every curve of her body. It wasn't the first time Eric found himself wanting Sookie Stackhouse.

Without realizing it he edged closer to her, maybe he'd make a move? But some other guy beat him to her first.

"H-hey ... Could I maybe ... dance with you?" he stammered, only just audible over the music.

Sookie looked at the guy, but didn't stop moving.

"Sweetie, can you actually dance?" asked Sookie kindly. The poor guy looked mortified. Sookie continued talking,

"Listen, I really like to dance, and I'm good at it right?" poor kid could only nod his head earnestly, as Sookie shimmied and gyrated around him, "How about you go back to your friends and leave the dancing to me okay? You can just watch ..." Sookie winked and twirled away from him.

He scurried away off the dance floor, probably to a dark corner somewhere to watch and commit the sight to his memory for later. A new song started, 'It's on,' from Three the Hard Way. It took Eric three strides to reach her.

Without a word he slipped her small hand into his, twirled her, and then pulled her back into him. He settled his other hand on her waist and took a deep breath. Her hair smelled like strawberries.

"Northman? What do you think you're doing?" her big blue eyes glared up at him angrily, but she didn't try to escape his embrace. Yet.

"Dancing with the most beautiful girl at this party." replied Eric smoothly with a cocky smirk. Sookie's cheeks turned pink.

"More like cramping my style!" she retorted, snatching her hand from his and pushing his other hand off her waist. From the lilt in her voice, it was obvious that Sookie hailed from the South. Eric smiled, he liked listening to the gentle rise and fall of her accent.

"No I'm not, I like your style. I like you." he said.

"You don't like me. What you'd like is half a chance to get into my pants. Do me a favor and go use your pretty words on someone else."

"Sookie, I may not be a saint, but I'm nothing if not truthful. I do like you."

"Then you aren't looking to get between my legs tonight?" Sookie crossed her arms across her chest.

"I'd love to get between your legs. If I had the chance, I would use it to have you screaming my name during the best sex of your life." Eric replied with boyish grin. Sookie blushed prettily.

"Don't to talk nasty to me Northman. I won't listen to that." she snapped heatedly. He chuckled, which only enraged her further.

"Won't you even dance with me?"

"I don't much feel like dancing anymore." she replied curtly.

"Then maybe you want to get out of here? My place or yours?" Eric waggled his blond eyebrows suggestively at her. Sookie rolled her eyes.

"You just don't know when to give up. Thanks for the offer Northman, but once again I'm not interested in being another notch in your bedpost." she said carelessly over her shoulder as she stalked away.

"Let me know when you change your mind Sookie. I don't mind being patient." he called after her. She flicked him the bird without even looking back.

Eric grinned cockily, admiring her retreating figure.

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