A/N: BSC 26 is coming. I promise.

Chapter 10

Sookie pulled around back and sat there for a couple of minutes. She was both livid and hurt, and she wanted to tear everything apart and then have Eric put her back together again. She put her head down on the steering wheel and took a deep breath and blew it out again before she got out of the car and went inside. He should have been up by then and she needed him.

He wasn't in the kitchen waiting for her, or in the living room watching TV. She found him in her bedroom, lying on the bed. He was dressed just like she'd found him, wearing only his expensive low-slung jeans, and he was grinning at her with his fangs run down and hands laced behind his head. He raised an eyebrow in silent invitation and almost leered. She felt a huge weight lift off of her shoulders and a hot throbbing between her legs. She would worry about money and a job and her troubles tomorrow. She smiled back.

"God, you're beautiful. I need you. Please make love to me, Eric."

His smile got even wider. And longer.

"It would be my pleasure."

He was suddenly standing in front of her. His eyes were full of heat. He pulled her shirt over her head and kissed her hard. He popped open her bra with one hand and pulled it down over her arms and it fell on the floor. He pulled back to look at her.

"Lover, these are the most beautiful breasts that I have ever seen."

He kissed them and caressed them and worshipped them for several minutes each, and she was nearly panting, she wanted him so bad. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Her sweet scent was growing headier and he kissed down her flat tummy, kneeling on the floor. He unbuttoned her black work pants and peeled them down her legs. She was wearing a pair of silky red panties underneath and he pulled those down, too, and off. He kissed the blonde hair between her thighs and then tasted her. They both moaned in pleasure. He quickly went back for more.

Sookie spread her legs a little and threaded her fingers through his hair. His mouth felt incredible — soft and wet and cool — and she ground herself against him and moaned his name. He started out slow and sloppy, kissing her all over with a lot of tongue, but soon he got down to business and started concentrating on her clit. He flicked his tongue against her and slid two fingers inside and brought her to a very hard and fast orgasm. The moment she finished, he pulled away and stood up, sucking on his fingers. He smirked at her wobbly legs when they very nearly dumped her on the floor. She supposed that he deserved to look so damn cocky.

She didn't even really miss the foot massage. Not much, anyway. The shower, though, was non-negotiable, and that's where they went next. They washed each other's hair and then took turns soaping up each other's bodies and then making sure that they were rinsed and stroked clean all over. They kissed under the hot spray for a long time before he picked her up and pressed her against the wall of the shower and slid inside.

She had wanted to be made love to. She still did. But somehow, a hard fuck first was just what she'd needed. She wondered if he had guessed, or if he had just been able to tell because of the blood tie. Either way, it felt incredible.

"So good, baby. Please, Eric. Just a little bit harder."

He started pistoning his hips even faster and they both started to cum seconds later. When he bit her neck, her orgasm reached a whole other plane and she clawed his back and screamed. It took her a couple of minutes to recover.

Still with her arms and legs wrapped around him, she collapsed back against the shower wall. She blinked her eyes a couple of times, unrolling them, and then laughed huskily. "Uh… Wow."

He laughed, too, nuzzling her neck after licking his bite marks. He couldn't have said it any better himself.

Eventually he set her down and Sookie turned off the water and then they dried each other

— or at least made a cursory attempt while groping each other with their bath towels. He picked her up bridal style when they were both still quite damp and carried her to bed, and then slid in on top of her. He couldn't keep his mouth off of her and they kissed over and over again while he pushed into her slowly.

He finally pulled his mouth away a few minutes later, when the long, slow strokes started to pick up tempo. She kept her eyes closed for a little while, concentrating on how good he felt inside her. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, he was looking down at her so intently, and his eyebrows were drawn together a little. Hers drew together, too, but then he leaned down and kissed her again. She quickly forgot about his confusion or contemplation and tangled her fingers in his hair again. She had needed this. Needed him. Was so glad that she had him and was so grateful for his comfort and strength and support. For his love. She stretched her head back, offering her throat to him. He mouthed her neck and then bit, and then they both fell over the edge.

After, Eric licked his bite lazily and then kissed it. Sookie stretched, making a long, low humming sound, and then sighed, snuggling against him.

"God, I needed that. I just had an awful day. First, I saw my idiot brother, who was a complete jerk, and then Andy thought the most terrible things at me and I… Well, I dumped a pitcher of beer all down his lap and slapped him across the face. And then I quit."

She leaned down and kissed his chest, and didn't see his expression. She sighed again. "I love you, Eric."

He chuckled. "Well, lover, with blood and breasts like that, I am definitely in lust, but I don't even know your name."