Per usual... M rating about to come into play. Enjoy your hard-squeezed lemons.
Sookie used all the speed she could muster in herself and grabbed a robe, slipping it on and tying it as she scurried out her bedroom and down the stairs. Her mind raced. Was that Eric? Was he really there? Alive. She couldn't help but smile. Oh god, he was alive. She'd prayed so many nights that his death was just a trick - she couldn't accept the world without him in it. She grabbed at her front door and cursed when she attempted to open it and it didn't budge. She had forgotten the locks. Anger flared in her. Fucking locks - why couldn't they just undo themselves right now?! Her fingers moved quickly, unlatching the door and swinging it open. She rushed onto her porch, her eyes searching for him. Shit, her window was facing around the house more. Barefoot and all, she jogged down the porch steps and around to under a window. Nothing. Her head whipped from side to side as she frantically searched.
"Eric! I know you were there! I saw you!" Her voice was muddled with hurt and plea. "Eric, please." She stood, her eyes moving around still. She waited for Eric to make his dark entrance as he always did. She waited. After a few moments of silence, her eyes began to glass with tears. Had she'd imagined him? She sniffled. "Eric…" Her voice wobbled and struggled to sound anything more than disappointment. She pulled the robe closed a little more across her chest. Honestly, it was foolish of her. Even if Eric had returned, what was she going to do? She was with Alcide now and he'd smell Eric all over her - of course, assuming anything happened. Assuming. It almost made her laugh. She more than assumed - she knew that if Eric got her to himself, she wouldn't be able to resist. She sighed deeply and walked to the pile of chopped wood under her window and sat on it. She wasn't about to just give up - plus, she was enjoying the breeze. It had been over 10 months since she'd stayed up late, alone. Thinking about it for a moment, she made a decision and darted into the house. It only took her a few minutes before she returned under her window and plopped back on the pile of wood. It wasn't the most comfortable but she'd certainly endured worse before. After 'seeing' Eric, she knew that she wasn't going to get sleep - at least, not without help. She had brought back with her a half full bottle of Blue Label Johnnie Walker. She unscrewed the top and took a swig. Her face scrunched up for a few seconds before the familiar taste became normal. Silence held the night as she continued to drink and sit there, looking around. It wasn't going to take long before it hit her - after all, she'd eaten well over 6 hours ago.
Another ten minutes of silence passed and by now Sookie was beginning to feel her liquor. She was warm, despite the cool breeze. Warm and consumed with thoughts of Eric. "I can't believe I thought you were there." She was talking loud enough for whoever was near to hear her, except, she was alone. "Next month it'll make 15 months you're gone. 15." she took a swig as she realized how long those months were. "I should've given you Warlow sooner. Better yet, I should've just stood with you after the tolerant festival shit." When Eric had first left, this was almost a nightly ritual for her. She'd stay on her porch and drink an entire bottle of whatever she grabbed first out the liquor cabinet. Only after a few drinks would she be able to admit out-loud just how much she regretted her decisions. "Why didn't you fight for me?" She took a longer than usual swig before laughing. "Pfft, right. What am I talkin' about? You're Eric Northman. You don't fight for women, they fight for you!" again, she laughed. "It's not like we could've had a future. I'm a Faerie and you're a Vampire! I'm just sunshine in a pretty blonde bottle." Words Eric once used to describe her. "Pretty blonde bottle with pretty Faerie blood." She proceeded to drink more. She'd clearly finished about a ⅓ of what was in there. Once again, she allowed silence to hold the conversation as she looked around with her liqueur enhanced sight. Finally, she gave up after a few more minutes with no result. "Guess I really am seeing shit." She sighed and shook her head before taking a long drink. It was more than she'd expected and began to cough as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Glasses were made for a reason." Her body stiffened instantly. Her heart began to pound so hard, she was sure everyone in Bon Temps could hear it. The voice behind her was close. Closer than she had expected anything. She shook her head.
"You're not there. It's just my imagination." She refused to look over her shoulder. If he was dead and it was his ghost, she didn't wanna spook it away.
"Is that so?" She listened as the voice moved closer. Her skin produced a wave of goosebumps. Oh god, how much had she drank?
"It's just the alcohol. Or a dream." His laugh was velvety and it stirred up butterflies in her stomach. She swallowed.
"Tell yourself whatever make it easier on you." He was beside her and from her peripherals, she could see an actual figure beside her. She swallowed again. "Missed me, lover?" Finally, she had to. She turned and looked at his beside her. He was real. Flesh and blood real. She brought herself to her feet and reached her hand slowly out to his face. Before she could reach it, he grabbed her hand. "I'm as real as it gets." He peered into her eyes before kissing her firmly. It wasn't the kisses she'd gotten accustomed to when he'd lost his memories. They were the feverish, dominating kisses she'd felt when they first kissed. Part of her yelled for her to pull away, to remember that she was with Alcide, but a bigger part of her welcomed Eric's passion. She melted against him as her arms looped around his neck and brought their bodies closer. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils - god, how he missed that smell - and her taste. It was better than he remembered. When he finally broke the kiss, she was panting slightly, her eyes looking up into his.
"Eric, I've missed you so much." He grinned as he stroked her cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought…" He brought his index finger to her lips.
"Shh." Slowly he dragged that same finger down her neck, stroking her jugular vein. She tilted her head slightly, her neck more exposed. He thought for a moment and realized that she was offering herself. His hunger kicked up in him as he recalled how delicious her blood was. Silence hugged them for a moment before she heard the familiar sound of his fangs clicking into place. She hadn't been bitten in over a year and a hint of fear suddenly formed in her stomach. She waited for Eric to bite her but instead, he scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the front of the house. He stopped at the front door and dragged his eyes to her.
"Eric, please come in." A grin spread on his face as he kicked the front door open, easily knocking it off it's hinges. Sookie's eyes widened as Eric carried her inside and up the stairs. She swallowed, feeling a ball of nervousness build in her. Eric growled slightly as the smell of Alcide assaulted his nostrils. Everything in the house smelled like him and worst of all - her bed. He slightly tossed Sookie onto the bed and peeled off his black tank top. He had plans to change that - infact, he planned on taking her on every piece of furniture in the house. Sookie propped herself on her elbows as she watched Eric kick off his boots and do away with his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear - come to think of it - she couldn't recall a time she'd ever seen him wearing boxers. He leaned over her, using one hand to untie the front of her robe and push it open. The white lace bra did little to conceal her budding nipples. Her matching panties did less - in fact, he could easily smell and see her wetness through the damp sheer material. He lowered his head to her stomach and kissed the flesh softly. Her arousal was all he could smell which led him to the conclusion that Alcide hadn't been with her anytime recent. Stupid fucking dog. He wasn't foolish enough to have let a night slip by without having made love to her when he was with her. Eric brought a hand to her heat and stroked his fingers over the moist fabric, causing her to gasp at his touch. He knew that despite her innocent act, she was a wildcat in bed. One in which he knew how to please all too well. He nipped softly at her stomach, causing her back to arch. Her fingers busied themselves in his hair as he trailed his kisses up her stomach and between her breasts. He stopped and looked at the bra, noticing the hook was in the front. He smirked as he easily unclasped it and her breasts swayed freely from the fabric. He replaced their fabric holdings with his hands, kissing each nipple before lashes his tongue over the left one and sucking it into his mouth. A small moan escaped Sookie's mouth as pleasure began to wash over her. Eric made use of his fangs by running the tip of them over her hard nipple. Whimpers escaped her mouth as she closed her eyes, allowing Eric to enjoy her body. She felt a hand slide down her stomach and over her mound, making sure to graze her throbbing clit. He guided her legs a bit more apart as his tongue flicked her nipple. She opened her eyes to be met by Eric's. The blue in them seemed more intense than she'd remembered. He brought his hand from between her legs and trailed his middle and index finger along her lower lip before sliding his fingers into her mouth. Instinctively she sucked them, licking and covering them with her saliva. He smirked, impressed that she seemed to know what he wanted all too well. As a reward he bit her nipple a bit hard which resulted in a yelp of pain that was heavily saturated in pleasure. He brought his lubricated fingers to her entrance, stroking her sensitive clit slowly. She whimpered through her moan which only broadened his smile. His cock was throbbing with his own desires but right now, that wasn't important - she was. He watched as she threw her hands above her head, gripping at the pillows as he continued to stroke her bud slowly. "Oh god, Eric." She purred softly. God, he had missed her. Even if he had fucked Ember senseless the night before, right now, it failed to compare. For a moment, he found his thoughts on Ember. Honestly, she didn't fuck like other vampires - she had never used her speed and she felt so warm - which she explained was due to feeding before hand. "Mm, I want you." Eric pulled from his thoughts as Sookie's voice filled his ears. She was grinding against his hand, obviously wanting more. He decided he had drawn it out long enough and finally plunged his fingers into her wetness. She let out a moan that was mixed with intense pleasure and relief. He began slow, moving his fingers in her at a pace that only drove her wild. "Oh god. Eric…" He picked up his pace, moving in and out of her. He could smell that she had already came - the moment he slid his fingers into her. He continue stroking her fire for a few more minutes, pulling out yet another orgasm. He brought his newly coated hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. She almost came again just at the sight. His eyes were locked with her as he tongue lapped up her sweetness. She swallowed and found herself licking her own lips. A sign Eric gladly took as a green light. He moved quickly, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he stood and guided her mouth to his standing erection. Sookie looked up at him and was met by his smirk and a caressing of the cheek. Slowly she took him into her mouth, sucking in inch after inch. Eric growled as he took pleasure in the warmth covering his hardness. He let his grip on her hair go as she began to feverishly move up and down his cock, obviously eager to pleasure him as he had done to her. Most mortals always seemed eager to please their vampire lovers and Sookie was no exception - except she was in one way - he loved her. He wasn't sure how much stock he held in the romantic part of that sentence but he couldn't deny that he loved her. The smell of her skin, the way she laughed and right now, the way she tried to swallow every inch of his massive cock down her small throat. He began to thrust into her mouth, not really caring too much that she instantly started to struggle to adjust, choking slightly. His hands cupped her head as his thrusts picked up slightly, fucking her mouth. He was trying his best to keep his speed at that of a mortal's - for her sake. She sucked a bit harder, still a little nervous. With Bill, it was less important for her to please him correctly but with Eric, she not only wanted to but needed to make him cum. She slurped and sucked, his moans causing her own sex to start to quiver with need once more. His moans shifted into growls and his grip on her face tightened. His ass also tightened under her hands as he bucked powerfully into her mouth. Her eyes shifted up to see Eric looking down at her, his eyes were filled with lust. Their eyes locking was all he needed. The sight of his Faerie taking him, submitting her mouth for his pleasure all while her innocent yet lust hazed eyes looked into his, needing his seed as approval. She didn't have to wait much longer as his thrusts brought him to the peak he'd needed seen he'd laid his eyes on her last night. He roared her name as he filled her mouth with his dead seed, which she hungrily swallowed.
Eric stroked her cheek as she licked her lips. He was still rock hard and had only just begun with her. He gripped her face and shoved her back onto the bed forcefully. Her eyes widened as did his grin. He gripped her by the waist and pulled her pussy up to his face, licking his eyes as he kept his eyes locked with hers. She was powerless as he forced her onto her shoulders, draping her legs over his shoulders. He trailed kisses along her thighs before trailing the tip of his tongue over her lips. She was coated in her previous orgasms and he could smell her arousal and want for more. She quickly found herself moaning constantly as her body quivered and bucked under his mouth. His tongue pushed past her folds, fishing out her juices. One of his hands snaked down her smooth stomach, taking a breasts into his empty hand. His thumb and forefinger busied themselves twisted and pinch her nipple. Each pinch caused her hips to buck, forcing his tongue deeper into her. It didn't take long before she was moaning his name as another orgasm washed over her and onto his tongue. He allowed her a second to wallow in it before he bit into her thigh. The slight pain shot through her and her hand instinctively went to the back of his head, gripping his hair. The pain melted into a small orgasm as he continued to drink from her tender thigh for several more moments. When he lifted his head, she caught his eyes. His hunger was far from sated and she saw it. At first he moved slowly, rising to his feet as he settled her back onto the bed more comfortably. His eyes scanned over her body before he forced her onto her belly and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She instinctively propped herself up on her fours as his hands slid over her buttocks, squeezing gently. She felt exposed and vulnerable but most of all, she just wanted him in her. He slid a hand down her back and toward her shoulders, pushing and guiding her down. She lowered the front half of herself, resting her face on the bed. Eric grinned at the submissive position she took so naturally for him. He marvelled for another a moment before he effortlessly slid his erection into her. He stood still, enjoying the contracting of her walls around him. His hands slid along her sides before gripping her hips as he slid out of her and slammed back in forcefully. She yelped as she gripped the bedsheets under her. The silky material created a perfect friction with each oncoming thrust. Her body quickly filled with pleasure that seemed to bubble over constantly.
"Mine" Eric growled through a moan. Had it been anyone else claiming her, she'd have a fit and kick them out right there and then but with Eric, she welcomed it. She knew damn well that no matter who she was with, her body would always long for his touch. His thrusts became more powerful, introducing a hint of pain with each one. They only slowed when Eric leaned down as he pulled her against his chest, keeping himself buried deep in Sookie. One hand grab a fistful of her hair and jerked her head to the side, exposing her neck as quickly as he bit down. She yelped as her body jerked, only stroking more pleasure out of him. The growls that came from him as he aggressively drank from her and continued to fuck her, almost concerned her. Her concern couldn't match her pleasure. His primal aggression with her was enough to make her keep cuming - coupled with the feeding and actual fucking - she was in heaven. After a few moments, she felt light headed and dizzy and almost as if Eric felt her, he stopped feeding, allowing his thrusts to make up for it. Sookie looked over her shoulder to see Eric's fangs still bared and blood all over his mouth. She felt drawn to him more than ever. She kissed him passionately which he welcomed with his own. She was better than any high any drug could offer. His own personal fucking heroin. He wasn't sure when his orgasm washed over him exactly, it was just a crashing wave of pleasure. It was deepened by her coupled moans and obviously indication that she, too, had cum. He felt her body instantly go weak in his arms. Truthfully, he wanted to keep fucking her. He didn't care about the approaching dawn in a few hours - hell, he could just feed off of her and stay awake. She moaned slightly and he instantly decided against it. Part of him cursed himself. The plan wasn't to cuddle or be that Eric. Curse her. He scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the room and down the stairs.
"Where are we going?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. He studied her face. She looked exhausted. Between all the alcohol, him turning her into a martini shaker and feeding from her twice; he imagined she'd wake up sick as shit.
"Trust me, lover." She managed a smile before resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. After everything, she still trusted him. No questions asked. He made his way to where he had placed the cabinet to his room. She hadn't moved it - which meant, his cubby was still there. He unlatched it and opened the doors. "Go downstairs." She opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. After a moment she nodded and he set her onto her feet. She slowly and carefully descended, Eric close behind. As he reached the bottom, he noticed she was barely able to stay on her feet and he quickly pulled her into his arms. He brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down. She watched quietly as he brought the bloody limb to her mouth. She took his wrist in her hands and looked up at him, instantly recalling the last time she drunk from him and they 'became one'. The look in his eyes were commanding while still being comforting. She brought his wrist to her mouth and latched on, welcoming his blood into her system again. Eric closed his eyes as pleasure washed over him. She was still unaware of their bond - still naive to what he meant that day he offered to be one with her. Satisfaction laced his pleasure she she continued to drink. Soon, he thought. Soon enough.
I don't know about y'all but uh...replace Sookie with me and that's just about the best wet dream. xD Thoughts and reviews please! Also, apologize if there's any silly typos - it's FAR too long to proof atm lol Anyone got any idea what Eric's up to? Also, what about Ember?