That last chapter actually made me cry. Bill is just so sweet. I'm falling in love with him all over again writing this. This will be a much happier and funnier chapter. Sexy too. Whoo hoo!

This was inspired by an actual occurrence. My ex HATED U2 for some reason. I do not. The song "Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me" was my inspiration for this story's title. It is also the song Mattie is listening to when Bill walks in. Still in Bill's POV

I do not own any of the characters from Southern Vampire Mysteries. They all belong to Charlaine Harris. Bless her for sharing them with us. Mattie is my very own.

Chapter 9

I could hear noise coming from the bathroom when I rose for the evening. I assumed Mattie was home from work already since she had worked lunch at Merlotte's. Huh, home. It felt natural for her to be here when I rose. She never stayed at Jason's anymore. I think she had already brought all of her things here. I made my way upstairs and realized the noise was some terrible sounding music. I heard the shower running.

"Hi there sleepy head. I missed you today."

"What are you listening to? It's awful."

"It's U2 and I like it. It could be worse, it could be that crappy gargling music you listen to. Or maybe the weird chanting monks CD you like so much."

I scowled at her. She was in the shower washing her hair and swaying to the music. She might have horrible taste in music, but dammit if she wasn't the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

"What did he just say? What are the words to this song?" He was droning on about killing somebody.

"It's called 'Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me'." She let out a huge belly laugh. I was glad to see she was in better spirits. "I'm sorry, it just occurred to me how funny that sounds. How about we cut out the 'kill me' part?"

" I think that would be best. Anyway, it's awful."

"Aw come on Bill. I think it's kind of hot."

She began lathering up her body and rubbing her hands across her skin, gyrating her hips to the music. I was growing increasingly more aroused with each bump and grind she was performing. I was watching my very own private shower show. This was too much. I stripped off my clothes as quickly as possible and stepped in with her. She seemed to appreciate the dance partner and began rubbing her soapy body along me. Taking my length into her hands and stroking me to the music.

"God bless the Kohler multiple head shower."

"Are you really thanking your bathroom fixtures? I think you should be thanking me. But I do love this shower and look...there's a seat. How convenient!"

She sat down with her back against the wall, spreading her legs open. With one finger she motioned for me to join her. She would hear no arguments from me. I was already hard enough to pound nails. I picked her up and sat down with her on my lap. She had her back to me and was writhing against my body, sliding back and forth through the soap. I was tired of watching her tease me and slid her down impaling her on me. We rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm with the hot water blasting at us from all sides. Her moaning became increasingly more intense as I pinched at her nipple, kneading one of her breasts in my hand. I used the other hand to reach around and rub her hard nub.

"Bill! You are so incredible. You are the sexiest man on this whole damn planet!"

She says the funniest things when we make love. I can hardly wait to hear what she'll say next.

She looked over her shoulder at me and made a pouty face"Fuck me baby. Please?"

That was not funny at all. I increased my speed. Her profanity was oddly arousing. It wasn't very lady like to use words like that, but I was in no mood to treat her like a lady just then. I bit down on her neck and sucked as hard as I could. She gasped and met her release. Feeling her tighten around me helped me meet mine as well.

We rinsed our bodies and turned off the shower. I wrapped her up in one of the soft fluffy robes and sat her down to brush her hair. It only took 4 short strokes. I was out of my hair element at that point. I put my robe on and let her take care of primping herself.

"What else do you have on this Ipod that isn't so awful? I scanned through her play lists. There was everything on it from Frank Sinatra to Metallica. Terrible.

"You have a song called 'Werewolves of London'? Why in the world would you pay for that?" Why would she want a song about those mangy animals?

"Relax, I got it in a Halloween mix. It came in a bundle with 'The Monster Mash', 'Dead Man's Party', and the theme song from Dr Who."

"I like that show, good premise. I used to listen to it on the radio in the 1960's"

"Finally, we agree on something. I was beginning to wonder about you." She was teasing me again. I loved that about her.

"Didn't we just prove we have more in common than that? Or am I mistaken?" I hugged her tightly to me and kissed her cheek. "Hurry up and get yourself made up. I'd like to take you out tonight." She nodded and I went to dress myself.

I heard a buzzing sound on the nightstand. It was her phone getting a message. I pulled on my clothes and it happened again. It was buzzing every few minutes and was beginning to drive me crazy. I snatched it up and brought it to her.

"This thing is buzzing incessantly. You may want to check and see if it's important. Or broken."

She picked it up and slid it open. She wrinkled up her nose as she was reading.

"There are 24 text messages on here. Who the hell is so impatient?" She was starting to open and read through them. She made a noise and sound exasperated. "They are all from Eric. Every last one of them." She began reading them to me.

"We need to talk?"

"Where are you?"

"Why aren't you answering me?"

"Are you OK?"

"Pick up the phone dammit!!"

"Honey, he's spamming me in text! They just keep repeating. How did he even get this number? He's so impossible!"

"Eric is very impatient when he wants something. He'll just keep doing it until you answer him. You may as well get it out of the way so we can move on with our night."

She sat down on the bed and I gathered her up in my arms, leaning back against the headboard. She began typing him a response. I was reading over her shoulder. They were both very fast with that little sidekick keyboard and the texts flew back and forth at an alarming rate.

"What do you want?"

"Finally! Where have you been woman?"

"I was busy having hot sex. Didn't feel like stopping on your account."

"Fair enough. I wouldn't have interrupted that either."

"I'm so glad you approve. So what do you want anyway?"

"I have discovered the name of the 'greasy scumbag' you eliminated the other night."

"Congratulations! Good for you. So, is that supposed to mean something to me?"

"I need to speak with you immediately. You will come here to Fangtasia so we can talk"

"Sorry, I'm busy. I have a date."

"Compton can come with you. Have him bring you to me immediately."

I convinced her that we had to go or we would have a miserable evening. More so than the one we were about to have.