The ride to Eric's place is quiet. Uncomfortably so. There's so much I want to say to him and he seems to be uncertain what he should say to me after Bill's visit. I can't say that I blame him for being upset but it was bound to happen. Bill is his family. He will probably visit from time to time, which means I really can't stay in Sweden. There's no way I want what happened tonight to ever happen again. I'm so worked up my leg hasn't stopped bobbing since getting in the car. Eric notices and puts his hand on my knee to stop my fidgeting. It starts up again as I replay the events of tonight.

"So you're fucking my cousin now? What the fuck kind of whore are you? I knew you were trash but I didn't think you could sink this low. Why didn't Bobby…" I couldn't hear the rest of what he said because he starts to mumble.

"How dare you?"

"How dare I? Really? I don't think you have the right to say anything to me. How long has this been going on? You know this means you get nothing right?"

"I don't want anything from you, Bill. You need to get that through your thick skull. Just sign the divorce papers when you get them and I'll be happy."

"If you think for one minute I care about your happiness you've got another thing coming! I'm definitely contesting the divorce and I'll make sure you don't get shit! Your car, your clothes, your dog. You may as well stay here with whatever clothes you have on your back because if you set foot in my house again, I'll have you arrested so fast your fucking head will spin."

How could he be so cruel? If I didn't think it before, I have no doubt in my mind that Bill has serious anger issues and he needs help, no matter what he says. I still can't believe Eric hit him. I'm not a violent person by any means but the ass had it coming. I thought Bill was going to drag me out the door with him and I felt so defenseless. I still haven't gotten over the shock of the whole situation. My bobbing leg gets a little out of control the more I think about Bill. Eric's hand shifts from my knee and he clears his throat to get my attention.

"Sookie, whatever you're thinking about, just stop. It's not worth you getting so upset over. Focus on me, on us. I'm here with you. You don't have to worry about seeing him again if you don't want to. I may want to have a few more words with him after seeing his actions tonight, but my dad won't allow Bill to come back to their home. At least not right away. I'm not sure how well that'll sit with mom, but dad doesn't want the trouble and he's definitely on your side. Så oroa dig inte." He gives my knee a squeeze in reassurance.

"This is exactly what I don't want. I don't want anyone to have to take sides because it's not fair to Alex or Portia. I just want to forget about tonight. I certainly don't want to talk about or think about Bill anymore. Can we just not talk right now? Please?"

"Of course. Whatever you need my love."

"Thank you."

A few minutes later we walk hand in hand to his door and I pull Eric down into a kiss. My fingers weave through his hair as I gently pull on his blonde strands. I want him to be as close as possible and it's still not close enough. I may have been a little forceful but I've wanted to kiss him all evening and now that I have him alone…

"I've wanted to do that all night. Well, that and more."

"Mmm… lover, you might want to let me open the door first," Eric whispers against my lips.

"You better hurry up then." I smile as he fumbles with his keys trying desperately to open the door before I attack him, again.

"If I had known you'd be this aggressive I would have brought you home sooner." He mumbles something that sounds like, "I kind of like this," as I crash my lips to his. I pull back so he hears me clearly.

"No more talking."

"Yes ma'am."

The door to his apartment finally opens and we make our way back to his bedroom. On the way Eric pulls off my coat and throws it somewhere across the living room. He pulls off his jacket as I unravel his scarf from around his neck, dropping it carelessly to the hall floor. We spill into the bedroom, tripping over shoes as they are kicked off. Our laughter fills the room before we rush to meet each other's lips again. He turns away toward the bedroom door.

"Wait; let me lock the door first." I sigh, remembering what happened earlier today.

"Yes please. If Portia dared to barge in right now I'd–"

"Less talking, more kissing. Your words, remember?" I chuckle and nod my head in agreement. "Now, where were we?" He stalks toward me never taking his eyes off mine.

He nuzzles my neck, leaving a wet trail of open mouthed kisses to my jaw. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking greedily as he claims my lips in a toe-curling kiss. I pull at the hem of his sweater at the same time he goes to unzip my dress. We pull apart for a breath and I am caught in his gaze. The look of love and adoration he gives me warms my heart more than I can express. I drop my head to hide my blush because I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. Eric tugs at my hand to get me to look up at him.

"Kyss mig." He tilts my chin up and pulls me a little closer to him, barely brushing my lips with his. A shiver runs through me from my lips to my toes. My legs rub together on their own as the clenching between my thighs makes me ache to have Eric inside of me.

I step back letting my dress fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet. He pulls his sweater off over his head and I tackle the buttons on his shirt with ease. As I peel back the layer of clothing, I can't help but admire the magnificence that is Eric Northman. His chiseled abs, broad shoulders and expansive chest beckon my hands to be all over them. I am more than happy to comply. He reaches out to me and runs two fingers down my cheek, dropping them lazily onto my clavicle. He runs his fingers across my skin, following the invisible trail with his lips. Every kiss and suck he places on my skin sends a chill down my spine.

"Du betyder allt för mig." I have no idea what he's saying but I hope it's dirty. "Jag kan inte få nog av dig." I can't even begin to express how sexy it is that he's whispering God knows what to me in another language.

It doesn't take long before I'm out of my mind. Everything about Eric turns me on. His scent makes me yearn to taste him. The blue of his eyes entrance me. The sweet little nothings he whispers in my ear ignite my internal fire. His smile makes me shiver in anticipation. My thoughts alone of what he will do to me make me weak in the knees. He holds me up with a firm grip on my hips. I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself in place. The magic his lips work on my quivering breasts instantly drenches my panties and I want them off and him in me.

"Eric?"

"Hmm, Älskling…"

"We can skip the foreplay. I want you to fuck me. I want you in me right now. I don't want to think, I just want, ungh…"

Before I can finish my thought, he has me up, legs wrapped around his waist, his pants down around his ankles. I've never been so bold before during sex and I think I can get used to this. Eric seems to like it too and his reaction turns me on even more. His hands make their way up my thighs and he's pulling my panties down before I can tell him to just rip them off. With one quick thrust, he enters me fully and we both moan at the sensation. He's so thick and so big and so, ungh…

In his haste, we manage to crash into the bedroom door. The force of his thrusts bounces the painting hanging on the wall next to us. I am in such a mood that I don't know what to do. I'm hot, horny, excited, and giddy. I glance up at him and his eyes are hooded, lust pouring off of him in waves which crash against me, taking me under. I drown in the sea of him, utterly and completely oblivious to anything around me. I want him to go deeper, harder, faster. I want it to always be like this; this happiness I feel now, I want to feel–no, need to feel with Eric.

He kisses my neck while pumping into me like a man possessed. He claims me as his woman and I meet him thrust for thrust. I turn my head to the side allowing him better access to my neck. He nibbles, nips, and sucks at my exposed flesh. I shiver and tremble as my body gives in to what it wants, what it needs. Eric fills me with his essence and I greedily milk him of every single drop. His thrusts speed up and the feel of him moving in and out of me like a wild man sends me over the edge. He grunts and groans as my walls clamp down on him and my body is riddled with spasms.

"Jag älskar dig så mycket, Sookie. So much." Those words I recognize.

"I know, Eric. I love you too." I rub his back as he comes down from his high. Our breathing slows to a steady rhythm.

He hugs me to him as my legs fall from his hips. I can barely stand and I must say it is because I have been thoroughly fucked. Mmm, just what I wanted. Eric holds me up, keeping me wrapped in his embrace. He nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply before pulling back to look in my eyes.

"You know that I would do anything for you, right?" I nod. "I want you to stay here with me, but I realize that might be a problem. If you're willing, I would like for us to find someplace we can go, just for a little while. I think you can use the break and I know I can. I want you to take some time for yourself and just be with me. No worries, no interruptions. What do you think?"

"That sounds great, but I'd feel like we were running away. I've already done that and look at where it's gotten me. I do want to be with you and no matter where we go, until I'm free of Bill, there's always a chance that he'll pop up. He will continue to be in your life because he's family and I don't know how we can get around that. I already know he's not going to want to handle things amicably; I'm not sure where that leaves us."

He bends down to sweep his arm behind my knees, lifting me into his arms and carrying me over to his bed. He dumps me in the center of it and climbs over top of me. The warmth from his body covers me like a blanket. His hair hanging around his face tickles my nose. I laugh and he smiles at me.

"We wouldn't be running away. It would be considered a vacation."

"Vacation sounds nice. I thought that's what I was doing now."

"No, min hjärtat, you've never vacationed with me and this is not a vacation."

"Knowing you, that means we wouldn't leave our room."

"True. I don't think you'd have a problem with that. Not once I got you alone, naked, wet…" He pauses after every word, placing a kiss on lips, my neck, and my breasts.

Eric does have a way of bringing me over to his way of thinking. He continues working his way down my body and doesn't come up again until I've screamed his name. Twice.

I watch Eric sleeping for a while. I can't wake him. Not when he looks so peaceful. His long blonde hair splayed across his pillow; his lips slightly parted; his chest moving up and down with each slow, controlled breath. My eyes follow the curves and dips of his muscles all the way down to his navel. I can't help but pull the sheet covering us down just a little lower as my eyes catch the line of blonde hair leading a trail down to his… He shifts and turns his head to face me. The smile that graces his face makes me wonder what he's dreaming about.

I pull my lower lip into my mouth–my teeth pressing down into it to suppress a sigh–as I run a lone finger down the length of Eric's torso, stopping at the V junction of his hip. I trace the dips of every muscle gracing his abs and pecs. My fingers run over the tiny group of curls in the center of his chest. I can't help but run a circle around the little pink nipple that's come to a peak. I tease it a little, twirling my tongue lazily across his sensitive flesh. A small moan escapes his lips and his back arches up off the bed. I flick the hardened tip once, then again as he swivels and twists his hips, pulling the sheet down a little further. I lick my lips before wrapping them around his nipple and sucking it into my mouth. The growl that rumbles in his chest and the way he's gripping the sheet tells me that he's awake.

"Mmm, lover if that's the way you want to wake me from now on I have no complaints. I look forward to every morning we'll have together."

"I couldn't help myself. Seeing you on display like my own personal buffet, I had to sample the fare," I say with a cheeky grin.

"I want you. Come here."

He opens his arms and I pull away. I figure I'll tease him a little, make him work for it. He raises his eyebrow at me before lunging to grab me around my waist. I scream in surprise and try to bolt out of the bed. His grip tightens on me and I laugh as he tickles my sides until I can't take it anymore.

"Okay, okay, I give up! Eric! Stop!" His laughter fills the air as I try to catch my breath.

"If I knew you were going to be so ticklish I would have done this sooner."

His head disappears between my thighs and all sounds of laughter dissipate. The feel of his warm tongue moving up and down, in and out, circling my nub, flicking and sucking with want. I raise my hips to feel more of his mouth on me. Gripping the sheets tightly I moan and writhe with each agonizing lick. Eric puts his hand on my stomach to hold me down and pushes closer to me, his shoulders spreading my thighs further. With one final flick of my nub I come screaming his name as he moves over me, hovering at my entrance.

As I come down from my high, I feel the thickness of his head pushing at my slit. I turn my head, burying my face in the pillow. I am delirious. It's too much–the pleasure and ecstasy are overwhelming. I want to cry, moan, and scream all at once. His finger traces along my lower lip and I suck at it hungrily. I wrap my tongue around it and he groans with delight. He enters me slowly and I tremble as each stroke brings me closer to euphoria. He comes up on his knees, pushing my legs so wide that I am completely open to him. His hands on my thighs pull me to him while he makes love to me slowly, reverently before moving faster, deeper–the smacking of flesh against flesh, his grunts, my moans, echoing through the room. And he says this isn't vacation?

A/N: Thank you again to frlarsson (my expert for all things Swedish) and Suaru-chan for your help with this chapter.

Translations

Så oroa dig inte – So don't worry

Kyss mig – kiss me

Du betyder allt för mig – You mean the world to me

Jag kan inte få nog av dig – I can't get enough of you

Älskling – Dearest

Jag älskar dig så mycket – I love you so much

Hjärtat - heart