A/N: You know what's going to happen. You're not going to read this. I'll meet you at the bottom with a cigarette.

Eric paced the floor of his study, agitated, as Pam read over his writings on the computer. Typical Pam, she was making snide comments every now and then, rarely anything constructive. She wasn't reading it to correct grammar; just to be sure she liked the direction he was taking. Sookie and Amelia were waiting in the other room, as the four had just returned from a double date. Normally, Pam read at superhuman speed, but tonight she seemed to be taking forever. Perhaps it was just Eric's desire to be closer to Sookie that made the seconds drag on.

"Can you move a little faster, we're being rude to the ladies."

"I'm your editor, I'm editing."

"No you're not; you're cracking jokes at my expense. Do you like where I'm heading or not?"

"Eric, it's taking me so long because I'm enjoying what I'm reading. This is really good, congrats. But what's with the brackets, 'Sex Scene Here'? You're the master at this, why are you skipping over the juicy parts?"

"They're just not coming to me."

"So write what you know. Give it to Sookie good and hard and then write about it. You do have a notepad in your night stand for notes; whip it out after you're done whipping it out."

"Well, we haven't exactly gone that far yet."

"Hello, last night you were looking down right fuckable. She passed up on that?"

"She passed out on that. Too much wine with too little food. We have only been seeing each other for a few weeks, it's perfectly normal to not have sex yet."

"Bullshit. I had Amelia in bed in less than twenty-four hours. You haven't gotten any in three years and you're taking it slow? Are you out of your mind?"

"I've only now realized how much I want her. It's not an easy move to make. You wouldn't know the joys of monogamy. It's not easy to jump into bed with someone when you've lost so much."

"I am so sick of this conversation. Get laid, fuck her, make love, I don't care what you call it just seal the deal! You need it to finish the book."

"I'm not making a decision for my relationship just for the good of my book. We've tried Pam, but something keeps getting in the way. It's a sign that it's not the right timing. We'll take that step when it's right."

"Whatever. Just get me a couple more chapters by next week. We've got you on a short schedule so we can get this to press to time perfectly with the movie premiere sometime this summer."

"You got it. Can we go back out there now?"

They exited the study to find Sookie and Amelia fawning over Clancy. They were both sitting on the floor, one rubbing his head and the other his belly. He was ecstatic at the amount of attention; usually he only had Eric to play with. When they got up to join Pam and Eric on the couches, he looked over at them, depressed. He followed Amelia and lay down at her feet. She gave a really good belly rub and she continued with him at his new, closer location.

Pam shot Eric a warning glance before dropping a little bomb. "So Sookie, Eric tells me that you haven't fucked yet. Get on that please, he has a book to write."

"Pam! What Eric and I do in the bedroom is our business." It was Sookie's turn to give Eric a look that could start fires. It would appear that it wouldn't be happening tonight either. "Amelia, how about we head out, I need to head down to the bar."

"Oh alright. Night Eric. Pam, you coming home with me?"

"Of course, unlike my friend here, I'm not afraid of vaginas. Night, lover boy."

Eric pulled Sookie to stop before she could storm out the door with Pam and Amelia. "I'm sorry. She dropped it on me too. She just wants the book written at all costs, she doesn't care about hurting people's feelings. Don't be angry with me."

She sighed and stepped into his arms for a hug. "I'm not mad; I just don't like everybody knowing my business. Listen, I really do have to head to work so I'll see you tomorrow night at the piano bar. I'll text you the address as soon as Jess gets it to me." She gave him a kiss and was out the door. The only thing left to worry about was what to wear.


Their evening at the bar was going great. Everyone had a few drinks in them so even the worst singers didn't bother anyone. Sookie, as promised, was taking it slow, enjoying only a few beers spaced out over their entire stay. Jessica and Hoyt arrived after their show let out with a few other cast mates and friends from other productions. The actors had deals with the owners of the bar to make appearances a few nights a week. This kept the tourists coming in with the hopes of meeting someone they just saw on stage.

Jessica was the first from the group to take the stage. The emcee of the evening, a very large drag queen who had the entire room in stitches the whole evening, gave her a glowing introduction. "You just saw her as Roxie Hart in Chicago; please give a warm hand for Jessica Hamby singing her signature tune, 'Roxie'!"

Jess had a beautiful voice and belted out her song with the accompaniment of the piano. She was playing it up, toying with members of the crowd close to the stage, slipping back into character with ease. Eric found himself staring not at Jess, but at Hoyt. The young man's eyes were locked onto his girlfriend and the expression on his face was priceless. He was obviously head over heels in love with the redhead, it read across every feature. Eric wondered if he had the same look when he was with Sookie.

As the song ended, she was greeted with applause the entire walk back to their table. She took a seat and addressed the table, "So who's next?"

Several other guests took the stage singing everything from Broadway tunes to popular music. Some were decent, a few even fantastic, but most were downright awful. Eric's ears could barely stand most of it and whispered to Sookie, "When are you taking your turn? Have you picked out a song yet?"

She looked to him with a wicked grin, "Wouldn't you like to know? But if you're ready to go, I'll go put my name down."

"We'll have to leave right after? It's that good?"

"Oh, darlin', I'm making all your dreams come true. After this, you'll write an entire series just for me."

She walked towards the piano, telling the emcee her song choice. The wait list must not have been long since she was instructed to stay there. After a few drunks made fools of themselves, it was Sookie's turn.

"Ladies and gents, we've got a sweet little thing ready to take the stage and slow it down a little bit. From our humble little island by way of the Louisiana bayou, Miss Sookie Stackhouse."

The pianist started the slow, deep opening notes of Sookie's song choice. Eric's eyes grew wide as he recognized the song immediately. He was locked on her and the way her hips were rocking, keeping time with the rhythm.

Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear

She kept her gaze on his the entire length of the song; the sultry tone of her voice paying proper respect to the classic. He was lost in the sound of her voice and the subtle movements of her body. She wasn't trying to be overtly sexual, just the right amount of sensuality. She had completely transformed and embodied the Susannah he saw in his head. He wondered what her friends would say if he took Sookie right there on the table.

Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade

She finished out the song and the bar erupted in applause and cat calls. Eric didn't feel a shred of jealousy; he knew the entire performance was just for him. She blushed at the crowd's praise, blowing a few kisses to play it up. By the time she made it back to the table, the waitress delivered an entire tray of drinks just for her sent by her new adoring fans. She passed them around the table, sharing the free liquor with her friends who would actually enjoy it.

As the next singer took the stage, she announced their intent to leave.

None of their friends wanted them to go, but they made up their own phony excuses of early meetings and overall tiredness. As soon as they hit the street, Eric grabbed her, pulling her in for a toe curling kiss. She molded her body to his and could feel how hard he was already. She knew they need to get back to his place now, or they would end up going at it on the street corner. She led them to the right subway stop to get them back to his apartment.

A few short stops later, Eric and Sookie ran from the subway station and through the lobby of his building at speeds that would make Olympians jealous. He would have been just as happy to run the necessary nine flights of stairs, but out of respect for Sookie's too high heels they were waiting for the elevator. He kept true to his word; he was unable to keep it hands off of her. They were making out in the elevator bay like teenagers, completely unaware of their surroundings. Luckily at this time of night, most of the other residents were already in their units and not bearing witness to the near soft-core porn that was playing out in their precious lobby.

The elevator opened and Eric led Sookie inside, slamming his hand against the panel of buttons in the vain attempt at hitting his own floor. He had her pressed against the far wall and opened the first few buttons of her shirt to gain access to her neck. He kissed every inch of available skin, sucking at the hollow of her throat and nipping the length of her jaw before recapturing her lips. The sound of the doors opening caught his attention and the bronze "10" on the frame let him know they arrived.

As he fumbled with the keys to his front door, she pulled his shirt from where it had been tucked into his pants and slid her hands up the span of his chest, raking her nails down his sensitive ribs.

He moaned, "If you keep that up, I'm never getting the key in the lock."

"But you'll get your key in my lock."

"That's happening either way. I would prefer that to happen in the bedroom, and I have the feeling my neighbors would, as well."

As soon as she removed her hands from his shirt, he had the door opened and was pulling her inside. They resumed their kissing, moving their way towards the bedroom. Sookie was finally able to rid him of his shirt to get her hands on his chest and the broad expanse of his back. As her knees hit the base of his bed, she fell to a sitting position and found herself eye level with Eric's belt buckle. She licked her lips hungrily, remembering their earlier moments of sexual glory. She made quick work of the belt, ripping it through the loops with a snap. Next were the buttons of his pants, which pooled around his ankles, his decision to go commando blatantly obvious. Another thing was just as obvious; his desire for Sookie.

Giving in to her hunger, she took him into her mouth. His hands wound their way in her hair, gently guiding her motions. The sensations of her warm mouth around his hard length drew a moan from his lips, along with a string of profanities. His hips began moving on their own, subconsciously seeking to drive himself deeper into her mouth. Her talented mouth was making quick work of his resolve and he found himself easily on the brink of orgasm after being aroused for most of the night.

She could sense his impending release and looked up at him, knowing his love of eye contact. As their eye met, she moaned, sending vibrations throughout his entire body but centered in the length of his cock. Giving her fair warning, he came and she took all he had to give. He regained his senses and fell to his knees, kissing her fully on the mouth. Her lips still had traces of his own taste, but he paid it no mind in his desire to kiss her.

He urged her backwards to lay her head against the pillows. "You are far too overdressed for this private party, lover. We need to fix that."

He lay down on top of her, careful to balance his own weight as to not hurt her. The feel of the silk of her shirt against his bare skin felt amazing, but he knew that her skin against his would feel like heaven. He slowly undid one button at a time, kissing the newly exposed skin as he worked his way down. Her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him to go faster, but he was determined to take his time.

He returned to her mouth for a heated kiss before quietly asking, "Please, let me do this. Let me worship you as you deserve."

"But you got off, I need mine."

"You will get yours, I swear. All in due time. Remember what I told you on the couch the other night, patience is a virtue."

"Says the man who came not five minutes ago."

He looked deep into her eyes, then placed his lips so close to her ear she could feel the breath ghost over the shell, "Trust me."

Her body relaxed into the bed as she caved to his desires. She knew that if this was going to happen, it would have to happen his way, at his pace. It was, after all, the first time he had been with a woman in many years. She could indulge him, just this once.

He resumed his path, opening her shirt completely, kissing concentric rings around her navel, expanding outward to her ribs. He moved back up to her chest, where she was still encased in her bra. He removed the offending garment, releasing her full breasts. He studied them for just a moment, lowering his lips to the center of her breastbone, kissing his way outward to her nipple. As he lavished attention to her left with his tongue, his fingers worked the right with equal fervor. She was crying out for him, her hands alternating between pulling at his hair and scratching his back. Not breaking his stride, he kissed his way back across her chest, switching his mouth and fingers' destinations.

His free hand worked its way up her skirt pushing her panties aside to slide a finger between her folds. "So wet for me Sookie. Tell me what you want and you'll get it."

"I need to feel your lips on mine."

He rose to meet her mouth for a kiss but before they could touch, she whispered, "Not these lips."

Eric smiled at her boldness, kissing her anyway before moving back down her body. He lowered the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down her legs along with her underwear. Even though it was not the first time he had seen her nude, he was just as enraptured this time around. He drank in her full form before settling between her legs, kissing his way up her thighs to her glistening core. He gave one long lick before using his tongue on her nub. His tiny ministrations pulled a drawn out "fuck" from her lips as her hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, keeping his head in place. He soon slid two fingers deep inside her, beginning to prepare her for what was to come.

His teasing kisses that had started far up her body had her all worked up by the time his mouth and fingers began their work on her pussy. In no time, he could feel her muscles begin to clamp down on his fingers as they effortlessly slid in and out of her. As he inserted them once again, he angled up, seeking out her g-spot. He passed over it, focusing all his fingers' attention on that one sacred place, working it in time with his tongue on her clit. She came with a scream, muscles clenching his fingers to the point he thought they would break. He maintained his movements and brought her to orgasm again and again; loving the sound of his name pouring from her lips.

He only stopped his actions when he felt his erection once again hard between his legs. He worked his way back up her body, barely tracing with his fingertips, loving the shudders it drew from her. When he reached her face, he looked down at the mask of pleasure on her features; eyes pressed shut, lips open and panting, every inch completely relaxed. He kissed her again and her tongue darted out to lick her essence from his lips.

She reached up to run the back of her fingers across his cheek. She locked eyes with him and only when she was sure she had his full attention she said, "Eric, make love to me."

He was never one to disappoint. He reached over to his night stand, pulling the box of condoms from its drawer. He opened one foil package, rolling its contents down his length before returning to her embrace. He positioned himself at her opening and slowly entered her. Immediately, the sensation of her warm body completely surrounded him and he closed his eyes at the tremendous pleasure that was filling every inch of his body. When he was fully sheathed inside her, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close to her body as humanly possible. He buried his face in her neck, kissing every available place. All the while, he stayed perfectly still, not only giving her time to adjust to his size, but time for his nerves to relax.

They stayed locked in their embrace, the only movement their exploring hands and lips. He felt her begin to roll her hips against him and took this as his cue. He withdrew all the way before filling her again; loving the gasp he was able to pull from her. He began with a slow pace, making love to her sweetly. He was taking his time, savoring every sensation, every emotion that was rolling through him. He finally had her in his arms and looked deep into her eyes, wanting to remember this moment forever.

Every noise, moan, and gasp she made echoed through him as if they were sharing this experience on every possible level. Her pleasure was his, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. She moaned his name, and he became addicted to the way her voice sounded in the heat of passion.

"Eric, please more, need more, harder."

He was more than happy to cave to her wishes, and as he picked up the pace, she wrapped her legs around his waist. The new angle created glorious friction against her nub and drove his cock against her spot deep inside her. With every thrust, she screamed out and clenched around him, digging her nails into his back trying to meld their bodies closer together. She could feel the fire brewing deep inside her and start to spread out.

"Please, Eric, I'm so close. Please, please..." It became her mantra and she was chanting it as the earliest tingles of her orgasm started.

He kissed her hard and his kisses against her neck turned to nips and bites. "Come for me, Sookie, I need you."

He bit hard at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, the desire to mark her clouding every rational thought in his mind. The pain heightened her pleasure, triggering her release which in turn sent him over the edge. She came hard, milking every drop out of him.

He collapsed on top of her, rolling them both to lie on their sides without pulling out of her. They held each other, panting, waiting for the haze to clear from their minds. He kissed her before finally unwinding their bodies and climbing off the bed to clean up. He came back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth for her to do the same. She gave him a goofy smile, "Come back to bed. I need some snuggles."

"Anything for you," he said as he climbed in bed and wrapped the blankets around them both, curling up behind her.

"I hate it when you're right."

"What do you mean lover?"

"The whole 'patience' thing. That was most definitely worth the wait. You are amazing."

"Tonight was perfect. Spend the night?"

"Oh buster, nothing is dragging me out of this bed. Besides, I was told there would be all night ravaging."

"Oh there will be. Just need a power nap, you know, to recharge the batteries."

"Sounds perfect. I think you know the right way to wake me up."

"I have something in mind."

He kept his word. Neither Eric nor Sookie got much sleep that night but they couldn't care less. They enjoyed each other's bodies several more times until the sun started to peak through the skyscrapers, spilling across the bed. He was on his back, Sookie curled up at his side, resting her head against him. Her fingers swirled through the light coating of blond hair as she traced along his chest.

She yawned and giggled. "I haven't stayed up all night in a long time. But what a way to spend an evening."

Yawning must be contagious as Eric had his own with a stretch. "Agreed. How about we try and get some sleep for real now. Good night Sookie." A placed a small kiss on top of her head, inhaling the sweet smell of her hair.

She angled her head up for a proper good night kiss before closing her eyes and letting sleep claim her. In her descent to sleep, she could have sworn she heard him say those three little words every girl dreams of hearing after a night of passion but the pull of her dreams was too great to react.

A/N2: Yeah. That's 3.5 pages (in Word) of pure smutty goodness. Hopefully it delivered because it was a blast to write. You can thank my boyfriend for that, he works retail and during this lovely holiday season I haven't seen much of him. Guess I'm just the tiniest bit frustrated. At least Sookie and Eric could enjoy it.

Speaking of holidays, a very happy 2nd night of Hanukah to all my fellow Jews out there. Our holiday will be way over before Christmas is close, yet all I saw on TV tonight was Christmas movies. Adam Sandler needs to get back to work and give us something more to look forward to.

Did everyone catch the release of the cover for the 10th Sookie Stackhouse book? Our girl's on it with a certain blond vampire. Yeah, it's good. Heard the first chapter is coming out early this week. Can't wait!!

Thanks to my beta, chisaii-kitty, for catching my mistakes, especially as they relate to the number of flights of stairs in a building. Yeah, graduated in May with a degree in mathematics and I can't count stairs. Whoops.

Disclaimer: Charlaine owns most of the characters, Alan Ball and HBO own the rest, and "Fever" and "Roxie" belong to their respective parties.