**Squees with total fangirl glee! You guys rock. Happy dance! …Especially since that was one the crappiest proof read things I've ever put out…ugh!

Kind of surprised about how much ya'll liked it…I can't believe I'm letting my muse hold me hostage, but a Viking Vampire stripping off one piece of clothing at a time for every page I write is mighty high motivation…even if it is only in my head…

But anywhooooo! I give ya part Deux – what I'm unofficially – officially calling the conclusion since I have that other story with muses that brandish clubs and are quite likely hobo stoners (though they are awfully violent for that) and demand my attention too… But who knows, maybe I can find ways to divide.

Obligatory Disclaimer – The Sequel! : Yep, you recognize it then it doesn't belong to me. Ms. Harris and I suppose stupid-head gets some credit in there somewhere… No Light, No Light is all Florence + the Machine and though on continuous loop on my iPod does not to me belong to me.

Bright Blue Eyes

Eric held her with hands gripping her upper arms. It wasn't a dream he decided, but he was still skeptical. She was flesh and blood in his hands, and she was declaring herself to him. Gods, she couldn't be real. Her face so perfect and flushed with her embarrassment, he didn't think there could exist anything more enticing or perfect.

Sookie shivered under his scrutiny. "Eric, please…I want, I need you." She slid her hands over his chest, feeling every ripple of muscle and his cool skin as her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt open.

He had brought them to roof of his primary estate, his bedroom was just below their feet but he had great doubts if they'd make it that far. She was intoxicating, beguiling and overwhelmed all his sense. The perfect feel of her in his arms, her firm breasts pressing against him, she was rubbing a leg between his. Her hands, her hands would be the final death of him he decided as she roamed his chest, his arms, played with the soft hairs at the base of his neck. He let his hands roam down her back then lower still to cover her firm round ass.

"Sookie, lets go in side…" he broke her kiss, reluctantly. Gods help him, he had never discouraged a woman from pleasure but here he was discouraging the one woman he wanted to pleasure and be pleasured by more than any woman he had ever encountered.

"Later…we have hours until sunrise…Don't we?" she pulled back with question and concern written on her face.

"Oh yes, we have hours…" he resumed kissing her. She tasted of sunshine, honey, sweet mint and freedom. Her tongue was velvet as it pushed against his lips. He let her in and relished her warmth.

"Then make love to me Viking. Kiss me and for the love all that is holy make me scream."

He growled holding back the predator that he was with a scant, flimsy thread that was threatening to snap. He wanted nothing more than to give her everything she was asking for, and everything she didn't even know she wanted. He had no idea why he was stalling.

"You're not terribly attached to this dress are you?" he quirked an eyebrow at her fingering the line of the lacy, gauzy bodice.

"I'm not sure…it's the first time I've worn it. I wore it with the intent of pleasing you, did I succeed?" she boldly met his gaze with a smile.

"Oh Sookie the only the way you could have possibly pleased me more would be if you had shown up wearing nothing but a smile." But if she had done that he would have had to kill every being that had lied eyes on what was his. Not that he would have minded but the clean up would have been a bitch.

"Well then, it's done is job. Do with it what you want, just don't make a habit of it as I'm not ruining another dress for you." She was grinning when she said it.

Eric needed no further prodding; he grabbed the bodice in either hand and ripped it clear to the hem. He revealed her tanned perfect flesh to his vision. It was a beautiful dress, but it had concealed something even more elegant, more beautiful.

She wore no bra and her panties were only a bit of lace and ribbon. Eric nearly swallowed his tongue. "You are so exquisitely beautiful…the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

He stood staring at her, drinking in every detail with his perfect vampire vision, recording every perfect curve, dip and valley to his eternal vampire memory. Her rosy peaked breasts were calling to him, he felt his fangs and his cock stirring. He was delighted to see that the dusky blush that so liked to stain her cheeks spread everywhere as he drank her in. He was ready to move that skimpy piece of lace cover the last bit of her he'd yet to see.

It took only moments for him to drink her in.

"My turn…" Sookie stepped forward lifting her hands to the lapels of his suit jacket. While he might prefer to get from point A to point B in the most direct and destructive way possible she it seemed intended to savor every inch of him.

He intended to let her.

She pushed the jacket off his shoulders and he could help flexing his muscles, he smiled when she hiccupped a moan. Untucking his shirt from his pants, she also pushed that from his shoulders. She took a deep breath and sucked on her lip.

"They sure don't 'em like they used… You are spectacular Eric…"

"I'm glad you approve, lover."

She let her hands roam his chest, tracing his abs and pecs. Her thumbs circled over his hard nipples. Ever slowly she stepped closer to him and with eyes never leaving his until the absolute last moment she used her tongue to trace a soft circle over each nipple, slowly and deliberately. Then shocking them both she sucked each nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue lazily around each hard nub.

Eric growled deep in his throat balling his fists at his sides to too keep from fisting them in her hair. "What are you doing to me Sookie?" His words sounded strangled.

"Do you like when I do that Eric?" She pulled away licking her lips and throwing him a seductive cockeyed grin.

"You little vixen…What do you think? Do you think I like it?" Eric reached for her hand and gruffly drew it to his cock still well concealed in his perfectly tailored pants.

She made a sound of shock in the back of her throat, which came out as something of whimper. She had been around Eric when he had been as naked as the day he was born but she had never, ever look further south than his chest. Even if she had wanted to, badly.

"Lordy, mercy!" she gasped as she felt just how much he liked it.

He laughed, a sensual rumbling sound that made Sookies toes curl.

"Let me take you inside and I'll show you mercy, or not, your choice," he smirked.

She couldn't speak and even if she had wanted to she couldn't find words, couldn't think of any words that would possible convey what she was feeling in that moment – what she was thinking – what she wanted to do.

Instead she took hold of his belt and slowly undid it. Her eyes never left his. This Viking, this culmination of every woman's fantasy was standing before her and it was like she had never seen him before.

How could she have ever been so blind? It wasn't that he was just that he had a body that belonged on romance novel covers – and she would know since she had a few dog eared novels on her shelf – it was this radiating goodness and soul that she swore gave him a slight glow. Even if she knew all vampires had that small glow, Eric's was different.

"It's like I don't even know you…you're so different. You're…" she lifted a hand to his cheek, she didn't want to say soft but it was something "There is kindness in you…and gentleness. I knew…I've always known it was there I think…I'm just seeing it now for the first time and it's staggering. You have a beautiful soul Eric."

Would you leave me,
If I told you what I've done?

No, no he really didn't. He wasn't even sure he had a soul but he knew if he did it wasn't beautiful – it was black as sin. She didn't know him, not all of him. She knew Eric Northman, owner of Fangtasia. She perhaps knew that he was Sheriff of Area 5 but she didn't, couldn't, understand what that meant or the responsibility it carried. She didn't know Erikson Adalbrikt the Viking warrior killed and turn in the primes of his life. She didn't know Alexander, the California playboy he was in the early 80's. She didn't know a tenth of the many lives he lived during his existence… But he was something akin to terrified that she would flee if she knew the life he had lived where he had drained human after human, stole, raped and murdered. She didn't know how scarred any soul he may have had was.

But she was working open the button of his trousers and teasing around his zipper. He decided perhaps he could be reborn right there in her touch and she could not only get to know but help form this Eric that he would become. An Eric that belong to Sookie.

"Sookie…" he started but she stomped with an arresting kiss. Her lips were soft, giving and at the moment demanding. It took him no time to completely forget everything he had intended to say.

"No more talking…" she said between kisses and lowered his zipper.

And would you need me,
If I told you what I've become?
'cause it's so easy,
To say it to a crowd
But it's so hard, my love,
To say it to you alone

Two bodies, sharing a blood connection, sharing a soul. Sookie wasn't sure what had finally sent her over the edge…maybe it was watching him dying in the bright sunlight causing her to realize that a world without Eric would be worse than a world without sunlight. Maybe it was when he came to her home covered in cement telling her the truth about Bill…the truth he had been subtly warning her about since the beginning. Maybe it was after he had lied to her to get her to take his blood in Dallas. She had over reacted dramatically trying to convince herself she really was that angry. But she wasn't, soon as she tasted him she knew what he had apparently known all along – it was supposed to be and that sharing blood wasn't ever a matter of if, but when and Eric wasn't a patient man.

Or maybe he was.

He was waiting for her to make the first moves. She sucked in a breath, she wasn't quite naïve any more, or she didn't think she was but it still remained that the only man she had ever had in her bed was Bill, and how she was regretting that at the moment.

She decided that there was no time like the present to made to make up for her all her mistakes, for the waiting and the teasing…well maybe not the teasing. It was time to make this Viking hers and for him to finally take what, she realized finally, was always suppose to be his.

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away

Well crap on a stick… I promised this would be two parts…and I promised lemony goodness. Clearly I lied. This was like that nasty-ass lemon scented water. Artificial lemon at that. It's okay you can flog me, I deserve it.

There will be another chapter **sigh and I hope it to be better than this piece of emotionally gooey crap. I seriously can't write a sex scene without going all 'deep' and crap. Hmmph. I'm blaming the ridiculously gorgeous ocean I'm staring at right outside my hotel suite. My birthday get-away to the coast has been full of snow and an awesome stormy ocean…which makes me think of Eric growing up on the North Sea and how bad ass it would be to have one of those From Here To Eternity moments out on the beach with a certain Viking vampire...even if I would freeze my tooshy off and get sand in places I don't want sand… ANYWAY sorry got sidetracked for a moment, its making me all contemplative and sentimental – someone shoot me! I hope in the next chapter I'll knock off all this lovey dovey crap and get down to the sex! Hold on people my muses are stripping and prancing in the ocean like the two-bit harpies they are **dramatic sigh