Finally. Sorry for the delay. Beta credit to AmaZen, she's awesome. Remaining errors are totally my fault.

"Oh, you're in trouble now."

Huh? I looked at the text on my phone.

"The new occupant in your room was more than pleased to accept my bouquet of flowers, but her husband did not look happy."

EPOV

I woke at dusk with evening wood and a head full of feelings I could barely recall having before. Just before turning the hot water on for my shower, I glanced in the mirror on my way. I was dismayed by the silly grin on my face. I did not do silly grins. Mental note: Don't make eye contact with Pam. Shower first, deal with issues later. Though I used every ounce of my vampire speed to get through the shower as quickly as possible, I couldn't stifle a groan when my abilities couldn't get shampoo to rinse from my hair any faster. As the hot water flowed over my body, my thoughts drifted back to Sookie. Her angry expressions, which oddly turned me on, and the way her soft lips felt against mine. Oh what I wanted to do with those lips….As my raging hard on was about to win its battle for my attention, the soap was finally gone. I was finally rinsed. Relieved, I grabbed my towel and began to dry off. I was horny as hell, but for once, in a very long time, I wanted to let it build up. I wanted my release to be with Sookie. I would wanted to show her how much I have wanted her, and still did do want her. When the time finally came, my release –and hers - would be explosive.

I can't believe I just thought that. Get a grip, Northman. You've only been on speaking terms for a day. But I didn't care. At least you're still above begging... for now. I couldn't suppress my a chuckle as I slung on my clothes. Definitely no eye contact with Pam.

I rushed downstairs as quickly as possible, snatching up my keys and jacket on my way out the door. Halfway to my driveway, I finally heard the slight crunch as I realized I'd probably broken a portion of my front door frame. Fuck it. Once in the car, I turned cranked the ignition and sped out of my driveway. I was impressed as I saw yet another perfect track of rubber on the asphalt trail behind me. Fuck that too. I'll let Pam deal with that notice from the neighborhood association, again. Arguing with the old witch that considered herself the prosecutor for our neighborhood community was no longer amusing. Pam, however, still enjoyed charming the old men and pissing off the old hag in charge.

I quickly spotted my destination and swooped into a perfect parking spot, expertly wedging the `vette into the small space. I hoped the cars in front of me and behind didn't wouldn't scratch the paint as they tried to get out of their, now too small, spots. The shop door opened with an unfamiliar jingle. Everyone inside the shop stopped, stared and scurried to assist me. Even some of the customers clustered around me, asking if they could help me find anything.

I found the closest woman in uniform and stepped to the side with her in tow. "I'm Eric Northman. I have a corporate account on file." She blushed crimson and began to stammer out her salutations.

"Uh... yea.. wow.... Mr. Northman? Of course. Uhm, how can I, uhh, assist you?" She was breathless. In my recent softness, I found her reaction cute as opposed to annoying the piss out of me for wasting my time. I laid on the charm.

"I need to select a bouquet in a hurry, but if you would show me of your most expensive flowers and have me out in five minutes, I'd make it worth your while."

She wasted no time skipping off down the aisle while squeaking, "Of course! Follow me!" I followed her to the appropriate table. I selected a bouquet of lotus flowers with Mona Lisa lilies to be wrapped and charged to my account. The bouquet was quickly rung up and I was on my way to the hotel, excited to see Sookie again. After the embarrassing fiasco over who picked out my clothes, I was determined to give her something I had taken the time to retrieve in person.

As I pulled into the hotel's valet area, I braked the car into a screeching halt. All of the valet boys snickered and began arguing over who got to park the car. I jumped out and pointed at the Sookie's unfortunate victim still standing at the podium, trying to blend in with the wall. "You. You remember the last time, you park it and you watch it, or my woman will be pissed off again. Got it?" My woman? Where the fuck did that come from? The rest of the sniveling morons glanced as the slow moving figure carefully approached my car, each giving him a dirty look in turn.

"Yes, Sir," he mumbled as he took the keys. I wasted no time, and shot into the building. I waited impatiently for the elevator, jamming the appropriate floor button as I jumped in and effectively cut off a young couple. When the man tried to put his arm out to catch the door with his outstretched hand, I growled at him. Having second thoughts, he hugged his lover closer and withdrew his arm allowing the doors to close. Good, boy.

After leaving the elevator, I paused to smooth my hair back behind my shoulders, then strode briskly to Sookie's door. I knocked rapidly, twice. Much to my dismay, a pretty brunette clad only in the hotel's robe answered the door. It was too late to pull back the flowers. She'd hardly glanced at me when she took them. Her squeal of delight could be heard for floors, I'm sure. However, her grumbling husband was displeased. I stepped back and explained that there had been a mistake. I told him I'd meant to surprise someone else, but had the incorrect room. He grunted at me and slammed the door in my face. Why do I feel like this is always happening to me lately? I shook my head and pulled out my phone. As I hit send on the text message, I could hear the woman berating her husband for never buying her lilies. I couldn't help the smile which broke out on my face. I needed to see Sookie.

As I exited the elevator, my phone rang.

"My lover? I assume you are at home?"

I could hear her gulp into the phone. "Do you have any plans, Miss Stackhouse?"

"Is that your friend in the background?"

"Do you mind if I interrupt and come by your home?"

"I will be there in twenty minutes.

"Yes, twenty minutes. Is that not soon enough?"

"Yes, see you then." I smiled as I walked around the back of the hotel complex.

Glancing around to ensure that I was unobserved, I quickly pocketed my phone and pulled my hair back into a leather tie. I leaped into the air. Almost instantly I was up so high that no one from below could see me. I immediately shot toward the sleepy town of Bon Temps, intent on making my plans known.

Ten minutes later I set down in the graveyard next to the Stackhouse farm. How ironic it had been when I discovered this small treat. I flew to the porch and knocked on the door, not looking forward to this conversation.

The door slid open and I was greeted, "Eric." With a nod in reply, he stepped onto the porch.

"Compton, it turns out my new friend is your closest neighbor. Her home resides just across the cemetery from yours. Would you like to explain to me why you failed to divulge this little tidbit?" The front windows reflected the glowing anger in my eyes back at me. Oh yes, I looked pissed indeed. After a moment, I asked, "Well?"

Bill looked down at his feet, shuffling them like a child in trouble. He knows he's in deep shit. Luckily for him, I'm on a deadline. Displeased, I growled, "Compton, I will deal with you later. Prepare your excuses." With that I stepped off the porch and shot into the air.

I landed silently at the steps to the Stackhouse home. It was obviously quite old, but well maintained. Not only did Sookie make sure to keep up with the wear and tear on the structure, the garden surrounding the wraparound porch was beautiful. Like her. I'd like to wrap her around me.

I could hear two women inside the home, one was running around in a flurry and the other was stomping in a smaller space. Unable to hide my excitement, I rang the door bell. I heard muffled curses and something about lips, then a short pause before a slender, brunette woman opened the door. I immediately noticed something different about her. I took a sniff in her direction and looked at her appraisingly. She seemed to catch on to me and put on her poker face. She was blatantly ogling me, but behind her I saw Sookie come to a skidding halt. She looked exquisite. Her snug jeans, her pale blue shirt accenting her eyes. Fuck, was it lace up? I felt my pants grow snug as I willed the offending member to stand down. Sookie was licking her lip and the small brunette blurted out, "My, what big feet you have!"

Sookie looked horrified and hissed at the woman, Amelia, ordering her to stop. I couldn't help myself. "Wait until you see my fangs?" Amelia answered my question without hesitation, even referring to me as "big man". I was beginning to doubt this house could hold my ego. Without hesitation I gave my brightest, eye twinkling smile and slid my fangs down. I could see Sookie blush in the background.

"Lover, this feels like a flashback," I teased, "Care to invite me in?" She looked at her friend incredulously, asking why she'd not invited me in. Amelia was quick with the retort, including throwing the door slamming episodes in her face. I laughed at her spunk and asked her not to encourage Sookie. I reminded Sookie that since it was her house, she had to invite me in. She did so with a quick apology while Amelia mumbled under her breath. Sookie's death stare was highly amusing. It made me want to pick her up and kiss the tip of her nose while spinning her in circles. She reminded me of an enraged kitten. All full of spunk, but fluffy, cute and harmless, aside from a few scratches.

Sookie offered to take my jacket, and I shrugged out of it. I could sense Amelia behind me making some sort of hand gesture once she'd shut the door. Whatever she did, Sookie choked and tripped on her way to the coat rack. We stood awkwardly until Sookie visibly startled. She offered me a drink, but apologized for not having any synthetic blood and asked if she could give me anything else. It was too good to pass up. I couldn't help myself, yet again. Stalking toward her, I waggled my eyebrows and walked into her home. Towering over her small frame, I leaned into her throat and inhaled. She leaned in too, almost unconsciously, and I whispered, "I can think of several things, but I've only one in mind at the moment. It would, of course, be impolite with your friend here." I smelled Sookie's arousal permeate the area immediately and grinned with self satisfaction at her furious blush. Score time for Northman, finally.

I heard Amelia cackle, grinning intently at Sookie, who almost lost her balance.. What's happening here?

"Sookie, are you okay? You've not been drinking again?"

"What? No! Just excuse me and Amelia for a moment." I watched as Sookie dragged her to another room. I could hear their whispering, but I couldn't make out all of the conversation. I did hear the witch say something about mind fucking. I heard pleadings, and talk of bolting. Speaking of not being comfortable and something about bloodshed. Bloodshed?

As we walked back into the living room, Amelia piped up, "Yea, next time, park out back, Eric. Sook here has back door access." I snorted at the double-entendre.

Amelia went on unaware, "Seriously, people are always coming in her back door." I burst out loud with laughter, and apparently Sookie caught on. I assured them both that I would never think of such a thing, at least not without flowers and dinner first. Sookie turned bright red and snatched Amelia's arm again telling her that she was leaving now. I watched as Amelia gave her a pleading glance, and Sookie leveled a dirty look.

"Last chance," Sookie exclaimed before they both burst into giggles.

Amelia turned the brightest shade of read and pinched the bridge of her nose trying to recompose herself. "Shit, Sookie. I feel like an ass." She was hiccuping, trying to contain herself. I gave their silent conversation a raised eyebrow, but didn't press the issue.

Sookie wandered over to the couch and plopped down, she looked exhausted. I glanced around and noticed that one wall of the room was entirely decorated in framed photographs. As I approached, I pointed and asked, "Your family?"

Sookie told me that it was, and she rose to stand next to me. She stood silent, seeming to be expecting something. She looked tense. I couldn't help but absorb all the details. Sookie as a baby, a cute, small bundle with of blond hair and blue eyes next to what must have been her first birthday cake. A blonde haired boy not much older watched over her shoulder. My eyes roamed every frame, watching Sookie grow up.

Amelia spoke up, breaking my reverie. "So, Eric, how was the drive?" She'd asked.

I kept my hands in my pockets and shrugged slightly as I turned. "I didn't quite drive."

I saw Sookie chance a glare at Amelia.

She looked back to me and asked tartly, "Then how did you get here? Fly?" Her sarcasm was offensive, again.

I shrugged again and resumed looking at her pictures.

She snorted. "Like with a plane?"

"Not quite," I replied.

"I'm not seeing any wings, so?" She looked to Amelia. Then she chuckled, "Like Peter Pan?" I turned and glared at her for making fun of me, again.

"All children, except one, grow up," I mumbled.

"Sookie, don't be rude. I'm sure there isn't a floating ship outside being commanded by a one-handed captain threatening to make everyone walk the plank." Amelia mused out loud again. "Besides, I'm totally envisioning spandex and a cape."

I leaned forward to better scrutinize a picture on the wall. "Yes, like Peter Pan, although I refuse to wear tights, Amelia. Unless, if Ms. Stackhouse was into fantasy role play? I think she would look delicious in a Tinkerbelle costume."

"Delicious as in dinner?" Sookie gulped.

"No, Lover, as in delectable."

"Isn't that the same thing?" She shot Amelia a worried look.

I didn't even chance a glance at her. I didn't want to see the rejection on her face. "You can be pleasing to the palate without needing to be made a meal."

Out of the corner of my idea, I saw Amelia send Sookie a smirk. Sookie scowled and made a hand gesture, signalling her to cut it out. Amelia made an inquisitive face, and Sookie wrinkled her nose and shook her head slightly. Then she shrugged. She looked up and noticed me watching the two of them have it out.

"I'm beginning to feel a bit left out watching your silent dialogue. Would either one of you care to share with the class?"

Amelia sank into her chair, deflated. I looked at Sookie. Sookie looked like the cat that ate the canary. What the fuck does this mean? Suddenly back in Sheriff mode, my senses were on high alert. Amelia was definitely a witch, I can certainly smell it on her now. Something more was at play here. What did that imply?