I flopped back to the seat, still all but glowing with the rush. He'd slowed from the super fast to just cruising.

"So, what favor did you want?"

"So anxious to sell yourself away?"

"Eh, breaks up the monotony."

"Let me feed from you."

"Is that all you ever want? My blood?"

The loud music didn't make it harder to hear, but it really didn't fit this conversation. My hand shoots out, flicking the song and turning the volume a bit down. One of those old songs Eric liked started. It was easier to talk over than the blood pumping song better suited to racing or raves.

He smirks at the road, used to me doing this when we spoke. I didn't quite have the same hearing as him.

"Oh, I want more than blood from you."

"Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin," I lilt with a shit eating grin. "Nah, couldn't pass that one up. But, now?"

"A better time?"

Sarcastic ass.

"Or are you still holding to a promise to a dead man?"

I sneer a bit at him.

"I have since amended that, asshole. It was originally to help keep me safe. Besides, I've fed you before. And it's not like you'd drain me. I may possibly still have use for you."

"Yet you continue to refuse me."

I titter, patting his arm affectionately. "Don't you learn? I just like to tell you 'no'. Who else will turn you down otherwise?"

"Perhaps I will take 'no' as a 'yes' in your case."

"Sounds a bit like rape. Naughty, Eric." My grin was wide and eyes locked upon him through my lashes. "Getting Kinky over there?"

The smirk to match my own perverse one was given. "Would you like to find out?" There was the lower tone.

But he was pulling over. He pulled to the gravel section on the side of the road generally used to help turn around or for cops to camp. An incredulous look is given as the car shuts off, his hand slipping from the gear shift to rest on his lap. He shifted to lean on the arm on the door, turned a bit more toward me. An expectant, but smug look aimed down at me. A long sigh leaves me, eyes narrowing a bit as I don't back down from the look.

We both knew I wasn't going to have sex with him in the car. It was a sort of usual thing with us, the flirting. But I knew this was about the feeding. He hadn't fed the whole time since showing up at the club. I'd not planned for anything either, expecting him to get something on his own before coming in. I may have been wrong.

"Is this a reoccurring thing?"
"It could be," he drags out, eyes flicking to my neck and slowly raking down to take in the dress. He was the one to get it from the store room.

"Then a trade off."

He quirks a brow, eyes flicking up to mine as he shifts as if to get comfortable. I didn't back down from the focus. His intimidation sort of wore off a while back. Kind of helped that I enjoyed insulting him and he seemed to enjoy the same.

"I'm listening."

I search his eyes, lips pressing as I bite them from the inside. I mull it over a moment, lips popping out as I take a small breath.

"You foot the bill for my shopping tomorrow." Both brows go up then lower, enthusiasm for this bargain slipping. A sign I may not be in the right direction for his approval. I hold a hand up to stall him though. "You keep the favor for something else." That perked it up again, listening with more interest.

"And you can have however much tonight in one sitting. But any other time, mutual. I share; you share."

He shifts to lean into his hand on the door. Two long fingers go up the side of his face , thumb out to slide back and forth over his lower lip. His eyes searched my face, very clearly musing this over. The look didn't rest in one place long, taking in my mouth, neck, cleavage, skirt as I tug it down with a hint of annoyance at the damned thing, bare legs lightly curled.

"As much as I want, in one sitting?"

I lean into the seat, letting my face rest on the seat with my hand pressing on the top of the seat other side of the head rest. A slow blink is given, just looking at him to let him think a bit more.

"I heal very fast. But if I pass out, unlikely, then you don't just leave me in the car. At least take me inside, preferably to my room."

"And the shopping?"

This had his eyes very set on mine.

I shrug loosely. "Much as I hate to, I need some stuff. And no, not shoes."

"Such as?"

I heave a breath, eyes flicking to the side in light bother. "Such as new bras. My favorite one was ruined tonight and I rather favor having such things."

"I've seen the price for women's wear. And I have seen some of what you wear."

My eyes flick back to his, grinning in a hint of humor.

"Don't be silly, Eric. That's not my special stuff. Though, I do admit a hint of weakness for attractive underclothes. The whole ordeal will cost less than a pair of heels for Pam."

He is quiet, searching my face to judge that honesty. After a long moment, his hand lifts from his lap. The palm sat up, expectant between us. I glance to it then him. A wordless agreement. It meant far more than he would assume. It meant I would have at least one source for feeding without worry. My hand lifts, hovering short of taking his hand as I catch his eyes.

"We are not having sex or anything the like in this car." He grins devilishly. "Or tonight. Strictly you feeding."

"Afraid of something?"

"Not so much afraid. More not wanting to ruin the only article of clothing I have at the moment."

"Sounds like a cop out, Fae."

I give a bland look. "I would rather not mess this car up and have you blame me."

"So the truth comes out," he chuckles.

I grasp his hand, other already moving with the rest of me. I used the hand in his and one on his shoulder to help swing myself to straddle him. There was no backing down as I looked right at him with a challenging gaze. I angled forward to better cover any flashing of my lower half. But his hand that had been on the door was behind me, curving to my rear peaking a bit from the skirt.

He looked like he won the lottery, all his plotting working. But I had to keep on my knees on the seat instead of just resting on his lap. He was too dang tall, this was the only way to be closer to his face. But the hand was helping to support me.

My hand on his shoulder slid a bit back to grasp at the back of his neck. The hand in his let him go to rest at his chest.

"That hand doesn't travel, Eric."

"Daring."

"Stop pestering, Eric and figure out where you're biting."

At faster speeds, I was shoved against him, higher. My head pulling to the side as the hand that wasn't holding my ass shot around from behind to curl in my hair. A gasp of surprise escaped, his mouth rushing at my neck. Fangs sunk in, fast and smooth.

A sexual sound left me, eyes fluttering at the feel and initial bite. My hand at his neck slid into his hair to cup his skull. The other hand fisted in his shirt. His growl was stifled against my flesh, rumbling in his chest against me.

I was desperately chanting anything and everything to distract from the WantNEEDURGE to do more than just allow him to feed. Distract from grinding into him. Distract from possibly biting back. Distract from all this sexual tension that seemed there.

On a plus side, this may help me to disband the habit of feeding and sexual gratification. With my heart beat faster than a human heart, it meant he didn't even have to bother sucking at this location. It would flood his mouth. The problem, were he not older, would have been not spilling. The faster beat also meant he got more faster.

He didn't separate, shifting from his hunch to lift me higher up his form. I panted a bit, eyes shut and distracting as best I could. He was leaning back in the chair more, rear shifted more forward in the seat to allow this. It meant my legs now rested atop his, closed and far more comfortable as the dress wasn't taut. It put me laying atop him mostly. My toes felt the material of his pants, lightly shifting them. This was another way to distract myself from the urges. A feeling of texture and movement that broke that focus to something else. Eric was going for it, drawing in a great deal of what he could.

I felt my body replacing as quickly as it could. But he had long taken more than double that he would the human donors. I was going a bit limp against him, body converting energy to other locations to keep functioning, healing. It wasn't a bother, but he was at a rate to make me pass out. I had utter trust that he wouldn't drain me. Utter trust that he could hear my heart. It had slowed only a bit. But that sexual edge had slipped away. It didn't hurt, but I doubted he would make it hurt.

I rested against him, sort of content and at ease. Or as at ease as one got with a vampire latched to their throat. I felt the teeth pull out as I finally felt that edge of exhaustion. His tongue slid over the marks before he pulled from it, head falling back against the headrest with a heaved sound. It sounded nearly like he was reluctant to stop. My head fell to rest against his shoulder, breathing a bit slowed as if nearly to sleep.

We sort of stayed like that for a length of time. I felt my body replenishing as he seemed to bask in a sort of high. I gave a lazy smile against him, hand limply trapped under his head.

"You know," I rasp a bit. "Godric had to have had a hell of a time teaching you to feed without killing."

He chuckled, my form feeling it through his.

"You can also move your hand from my ass now, Eric."

The hand pulled a bit back. The sound of the connection and the sting at my rear was enough for a surprised yelp and jerk against him. My hand on his chest swung up and hit hard, thumping.

"Prick!"

He was laughing still. The hand returned to my rear, spreading to grasp the cheek firmly and give a few quick squeezes. I brought the side of my fist down with a helping of power, pushing up on him.

"Stop it, Eric! That's my ass."

"A nice ass."

I pause, jaw slacking as I look at his face. "Are…Are you drunk, Eric?"

A cry left me, hands desperately grasping to Eric as I was suddenly not on top. I lay under him over the side on the back of the car. My chest heaved, eyes wide. I was tense, so very unsure of what to do. Ben had never been like this. And sure, last time, Eric had been a bit on the side of not the usual.

There was this rumbling hum sound from him, his hands grasping at my hips and running upward. I patted quickly with one hand at his chest.

"Eric. Stop."

"You're so damned warm," he growls. There was clearly the answer to where he was going. Sexually lowered tone, eyes heavy as they looked over my face.

One arm moved wide to the side.

SWAAAAPP!
My hand throbbed, flesh red and clearly shooting shock waves up my arm. Eric's head had ripped to the side, form tilted with the force of the hit. I'd used all of my physical strength and power. A rumbling growl left him, fangs out as he snapped his head back to look down at me. His hands flashed to my hips, ripping me down till my hips connected with his.

And I'd had enough. Heat flooded, eyes glowed as I shot up with claws threatening to break flesh. The roar was loud in the silence of the deserted road, all of my teeth on display. He paused, eyes looking to widen a smidge, stilling. It was possibly more of a startle, surprised as if this was all new.

My claws on the not stinging hand grasped his jaw, forcing his attention to me.

"You will get in the passenger seat of this damned car. Now."

He gave a goofy sort of grin with a laugh I'd not heard from him. A sort of 'huh' kinda laugh, doofy sounding. He was fucked. He pushed into the hand, grinning his fangs out at me.

"Make me."

A sound escapes me, growling warning at him. I was putting off pheromones and gripping hard.

"Get in the car, Eric."

"I could get in you."

My other hand shoots down, blurring with the speed. He stiffened at the feel of the claws at his manhood. I give a vicious smirk.

"You don't want to know the number of ways I can get in you, Eric. Behave, you're high as all hell."