So this is just a little thing that got stuck in my head and couldn't get it out of head until I wrote it out. I wasn't sure where it would fit then the main story, so I decided to post it was a separate one shot. So enjoy. Oh, I hope to have the next chapter of the main story out in the next couple of weeks.

I pulled into the private garage, happy to be home because the study group finished early. I walked into the house, setting my keys on my designated bowl. I chuckled to myself in my mind. I remember the day it was placed here. There was a large note that stood behind the container with the label "Georgiana's Car Keys. No One Touch." Godric grew tiresome of me, always losing my keys while I had always insisted that they were not missing. They were simply missed placed. I am confident that he still puts them there for me when I don't—the silly little vampire.

I continued down the hall when I heard the nest mattering about Death being on a rampage. I smiled and rolled my eyes. I wonder who pissed him off tonight and this early in the evening too. I went upstairs to change and put my school bag in our bedroom before I go snooping.

Once I was done, I went about my search for my vampire. When I got closer to Godric's office, I could hear arguing. I wonder if Sasquatch has returned earlier than planned. I don't know how he does it, but the stupid Viking managed to put the Sheriff in a pissy mood. I knocked gently and opened the door to see Isobel and Godric arguing with each other.

I looked at Death and suddenly smile appeared.

"You're early."

"And you are in a mood." I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "What happened today?"

"Politics." Death shrugged.

"It must be serious." I sat on top of his desk. "Everyone downstairs is mutter about Death's rampage this evening."

"Yes," Godric sat back into his chair, "Eric and that fae in his area are causing problems, again. Just another mess I am required to clean up. I wish that child of mine I would stay away from her."

"Well, Sookie is dumber than a pile of unscented soap." I played with some pens on his desk. "And all you need to do is 'boss' Sasquatch. Problem solved."

"I cannot issue a masker's command to simply stop him from doing an action I don't agree with solely because I am able."

"Than what is the point of procreating if you can't boss around the offspring?" I teased.

"That will be all Isobel." Godric dismissed her and moved himself to sit in between my thighs. "I don't think the 'bossing the offspring' is the point of creating a child, darling. Besides, you know Eric is old enough to make his own decisions. He is well over a millennia. I would hope he is capable of taking care of himself."

"True." I opened my legs wider as he rolled his chair closer, rubbing his hand up and down my thighs. "He does have a child of his own after all."

"How was your study group'?" His hands stroked up higher and higher. "You are done early. Is everything alright?"

I started to tell him about my day as he continued to stroke up and down my thigh, giving me a little massage. I became more distracted. His touch sent my body into a frenzy, and when his hands pushed my skirt up, I stopped speaking and stared at him. His hands reached the top, and his fingers brushed against me, but I couldn't quite feel him because of the tights I was wearing. I wanted him. I wanted him now. Godric felt it. It was a curse and a blessing because he would use it against me. He enjoyed teasing me to no end.

"Don't rip my tights," I commanded when I felt his hands move in that direction. "I love these tights, and if you ruin them, I'll kill you."

With saying that, he grabbed the top of my tights and pulled them down in a flash, but the joke was on him because I am wearing knee-high riding boots. I laughed as he growled into my thigh.

"You and these fucking boots."

There have been multiple times the past few weeks where our spontaneous sex sessions have been put to a halt because of these boots. I continued to wear them because they were my favorite, and I also loved that like growled he did when he complained about them.

"I'm going to burn these." He quickly unzipped them and threw the footwear across the room.

"Don't blame my innocent boots!" I cried out. "They've done nothing wrong!"

I reached out to them as if to protect them.

"These fucking things have cockblocked me more than my lieutenants!"

"Hey! Don't blame the whole dressing room thing on them! That was your fault too." I wriggled, trying to get away to save me boots because I starting to think me means it. "And the whole library thing was more the desk's fault than anything."

"I have to agree." Godric successfully pinned me to his desk. "I underestimated the strength of the desk."

My giggling ceased when Godric's hand reached into my underwear and began to tease me.

"Please, Godric," I begged.

He pressed one of my knees to my chest.

"I can smell you." He pressed his mouth to my thigh. "I love your scent."

He gently nipped the fleshy party of my thigh, and the bite went straight to my center. I felt heat rush throughout my body, and the need I felt intensified. I didn't care that downstairs was a house full of vampires that probably hear every sound I make, but when I am with Godric, I don't care. He made me feel things I have never felt before. I was beginning to get frustrated because he was not putting his mouth where I wanted it, and the position of my body was not in the most comfortable. Why did I have to wear tights? I would have just went without them if I knew that this was the result of today's adventure.

"Godric, Please." I desperately want to feel his mouth on me.

"I love hearing you beg, enchantress." He pulled away from my body. "It's music to my ears."

He kissed my thigh and looked up at me. I saw that lust in his eyes, and I felt his desire rush from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. It was incredibly unfair that I was affected by both my lust and his. Seriously? He had had 2000 years to control his emotions, and I am never prepared for it when he pushes his desire into me. He does it on purpose too.

He nipped my thigh again bring me back to the moment we were in.

"Pay attention to me, darling, or I'll stop." He tormented as his mouth kissed up and down my thigh.

"No!" I nearly shouted. "Don't."

He laughed under his breath. "To easy."

I arched my back and moaned when he finally placed his mouth on me. I moaned loudly as he closed his lips around my clit. I leaned back on my elbows and enjoyed the feeling. I rocked my hips and grabbed his hair wanting to hold him in place. The things the vampire can do with his mouth drove me crazy. It was not long when the very familiar feeling started at the base of my spine and moved its way up my to the bottom of my skull. My body tensed. My breath caught in my throat. With arching back, I tried to grind my clit against his mouth, trying to release that pressure building up. I felt him move away again, but I capture him between my thighs. He doesn't need to breathe.

"No." I refuse to allow Godric to move. "Please. So close."

I stopped breathing as my body spasmed. My legs clamped around Godric's neck. The orgasm took over my body, and I road it out. Godric pushed two fingers into me at such speed only a vampire can see. He prolonged my orgasm by pushing them into the 'special' spot inside of me, and I moaned loudly. I fought between pulling at Godric, and pushing him away from me as the pleasure coursing through my body became overwhelming. His lips attached to my neck, and I felt that pleasurable pain of his fangs plunging into me. My body finally snapped. My back arched almost painfully. My toes curled in, and thighs squeezed Godric tight.

My body relaxed, and he pulled away from my neck. I watched as he licked my blood from his lips.

"I love the way your pussy squeezes my fingers." He licked his fingers clean. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

He placed his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. While I love dirty talking Godric, this was my favorite moment. The intimacy that was between us. I loved him. I moved a hand to the back of his neck and kissed him. I kissed, trying to push all the love I felt for him at this moment into him. Once everything was said and done, we laid there on this desk basked in the orgasmic afterglow.

Godric chuckled. " I love you too."

After a brief moment of silence, I giggled.

"See, my boots are completely innocent, and they don't deserve your wrath." I teased when my stomach growled embarrassingly loud. "As much as I would love some sexy times with you, I'm hungry and need food. I missed lunch."

Godric released an exacerbated sigh. Not because I deny him sex but because I forgot to eat. He tended to become a little upset when I forget meals, but ever since I moved in the year before, he has been cooking for me regularly. Godric became a master chef, and I am spoiled because of it.

"Alright, let's get you fed."