She was exhausted when she slipped his key into the lock, peering at her analog yet again to confirm the time. Yep, it was only ten at night, and not only had he gone home already, but she had worked fifteen hours today AND was still making it home before midnight.
Sometimes she hated her job.
Turning the doorknob, Adrienne didn't even bother to look up, barrelling her way into the room, head down, barely noticing how dark her surroundings were.
"I see Sam let you off early?" a voice asked from across the room, Adrienne finally looking up to see that she couldn't see, the room pitch black.
"Uh, I guess so, Daniel why are you sitting in the dark?" she asked curious, flicking on the light beside her, the lights of the room blinding her for an instant. She swore in French, rubbing her eyes, glancing up to see what in the world Daniel was doing to find him sitting in his side chair, his hands folded, staring at her. She was about to ask him again what he was doing when she paused for a moment, noting his attire.
Her boyfriend, her lover, Daniel Jackson, nerd boy extraordinaire was sitting in front of her, black jeans, a black tank-top and black leather jacket. Her mind was a whirlwind, there was no way, no way in hell he was serious when he smiled, those expensive plastic fangs she ordered on eBay in jest showing slightly.
Oh, yeah, he was serious.
"What are you doing here Eric?" she tested, hoping, praying, thinking he just might be taking her seriously...
"You invited me," he answered simply, fingertips touching.
I may die, she thought, her heart racing in her chest.
"Not tonight I didn't," she replied as she tossed her bag onto the couch, making sure to walk by him suggestively, heading for the kitchen.
"You know the rules, it is an open invitation," he countered, standing and following, Adrienne's mind racing.
What season was he playing?
Not four, Eric had no memory then...
Not five, that was that stupid religion crap...
Stop thinking seasons Ad, she cursed herself, just play along.
"You're old enough to know better," she teased, opening the fridge, bending over and reaching in for a Diet Coke, continuing to play the part.
"And old enough not to care," he replied, quickly, at her waist, at her back, pressing himself against her. He was hard already, he must have been sitting here waiting for a while, but Adrienne didn't want to start too soon, wanting to play this out a little longer.
"I might work for you once in awhile, but I'm not your property," she said, pushing him back with her butt, turning to lean on the counter.
"I never said you were," he was smooth, just like the vampire sheriff and she was dying inside, wanting to rip that jacket from his body...
"Eric, get out of here and leave me alone," she requested, awaiting his response.
"You don't think I remember but I do," he answered, flooring Adrienne, dear God THIS is why I want to marry this man, "I remember everything. You can't lie to me about what happened."
"It was a mistake..." she protested, Daniel on her, his hands at her shoulders just like her crush would have done, his lips pressed to hers.
Oh screw dialog...
Her hands were at his jeans, at the button, the zipper, fighting, pulling as he forced his way into her mouth, kissing her with urgency. She fumbled in the excitement of it all, opening his pants and pulling him through the front of his boxers feeling him pull away, sucking in air between his teeth.
"So I see you remember too?" he tried to tease, to still play his part, and she laughed, pushing him away from her.
"No?" he questioned, but she shook her head, blushing.
"You're doing great Indy, keep it up," she pecked him quickly. Nodding, he reached for her waist, drawing her to him by the belt loops as she continued to toy with him, pulling, caressing. He let his head fall back, breathing in, letting her play with his hardness.
For a moment Adrienne was afraid that he was going to just give up on the game, let her pleasure him, he certainly seemed to be going that way, when his head jerked up. He smiled, showing his fangs, making Adrienne start to soak her panties. He knew, he had to know her well enough to understand that would send her over the edge and she let go of him, moving forward to kiss him and tell him when he lifted her onto the counter, reaching for her own jeans. He didn't fumbled as she had, the zipper yanked down and her jeans on the floor before she could say a word, jerking her forward.
"I'm gonna make you mine again Sookie," he warned, pulling himself closer, running his tongue along his fangs.
"Eric we can't, what about?" she started, Daniel interrupting her with a forceful thrust inside of her, pulling her hips to match his motion.
"What about what? Bill? I don't care," he hissed, thrusting in and out as Adrienne threw back her head. She was tilting her body, moaning in ecstasy as he took her here in the kitchen when she felt him pull her forward, his lips headed for her own. Smiling she leaned forward, wanted to kiss him but he only pecked her lips lightly before heading to her neck.
And then he bit her.
She'd wanted it to last longer, she had, but the moment she felt those theatre fangs poke into her skin she completely lost control, screaming out in climax, his name and not Eric as he drove harder and faster. It was just amazing, the leather jacket falling from his shoulders, Daniel letting go only to let it fall to the floor. He leaned forward again, biting her a second time and she shrieked out, the peak increasing instead of dying down, she was coming again, dear god she was coming again...
"Daniel!" she screamed so loud that she was just waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for the neighbors to call. Releasing her neck from his fearsome bite, he lifted her from the counter, holding her to him as he brought her quickly onto the floor. He watched her eyes and she tried to tell him with her glance that the feeling was continuing, that this was more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined. He was still inside of her as he sat up the best he could, pulling the jeans from his legs to continue his maniacal thrust.
"Hang on for me," he requested lightly, the fangs still hanging onto his teeth and she complied the best she could, squeezing him so very tightly inside of her, feeling him throb and then hearing his voice as he screamed himself, her name as she had his. There was that one last push, they made love so often she knew his body as well as his motion and he was resting on top of her, Adrienne quickly realizing that they hadn't even gotten their shirts off.
"Daniel?" she asked in his ear giggling.
"Am I supposed to respond or is this a test to see if I'm still Eric or not?" he asked, breathless making her smile.
"No test. Just wanted to take a shower. With you. And the fangs. Now. Please."
"Done."