UGH! Okay…here it is, the much-awaited lemony goodness! Can I just say this was an absolutely BEAR to write? I haven't written lemons much at all and I'm very much trying to find my feet – I felt intense pressure to do this right, especially since I made ya'll wait so long!

Again thank you so, so, much for all your reviews – bannerdawn, thank you so much for the birthday wishes :) You guys are too awesome! I'm sorry I didn't get time to respond to each of you, I value all of them very much and appreciate that ya'll took the time to drop a line!

Some Kind of Resolution

Very carefully with a touch light but not timid Sookie slid down the zipper of his pants. The pants gaped slightly and Sookie's tongue darted out to wet her paper dry lips. He was huge and very happy to see her she thought then mentally slapped her forehead.

She couldn't look away and she snaked her fingers over his cock finding it rock hard. She was for a moment perplexed; she worried her lip, there might be a physics issue here.

"You're playing with fucking fire here Sookie…" Eric's control broke, he didn't cuss often, as her hand wrapped around him, not squeezing but there was pressure, exquisite pressure.

Sookie finally looked up to find his eyes were clenched shut. She fought down a laugh. She could still count on fingers and toes how many times she had had sex. Bill wasn't opposed to sex but had been a prude to a fault…well at least with her, yet this walking sex fiend was standing hands to himself. Did she break him? Lord, they had kissed once and now he had seen her naked and she broke him. Fuck my life was one of the zillion thoughts bouncing through her head like a pinball.

"Eric…I hate to remind you but you're the vampire…a freaking Viking vampire you should be ravaging me and you're standing there like a virgin on prom night… A little help here would be nice."

Eric opened his eyes slowly and looked down, it wasn't quite the journey down for his vision at it normally was as her heels brought her closer to his line of sight. There was truth to her words. What in the hell was he doing? He had been waiting for this woman longer than he had waited for any female and yet he found now that he had her he was too damn shocked he to know what to do with her.

A fairy goddess was standing in front of him in stiletto heels, a scrap of lace and a smile and he hadn't even groped her. He had no right to claim male let alone vampire. He better get to remembering damn fast.

"Be careful what you wish for lover."

She giggled a moment before he had swept her up in his arms. She might have been okay with having sex on the roof but he wasn't.

He was opening the door at the far side of the room and moving down the narrow wrought iron staircase, down through the two stories of his home, down to his dark room in a vampire speed blur.

He hadn't ever brought a woman to his home, preferring to have his feed-and-fucks at Fangtasia. His bedroom, where he died for the day was his most guarded place of solace and it's décor spoke volumes about him.

Fangtasia was the epitome of the vampire stereotyping. It was rare that a vampire truly liked anything so dark, brooding and gothic and usually the only thing they liked red was blood.

Eric moved expertly through the dark room, his night vision that of the nocturnal predator he was and laid her in the middle of his oversized bed. She immediately sunk into the down comforter that was incased in a brushed satin duvet. He left her for a moment to light the candle that was on the nightstand, he could see plenty without it but he wanted her see, to watch every reaction she caused in him. He left his pants on the floor.

The candle basked them in a warm honey light and Sookie sighed amongst the pillows, they felt like heaven and smelled of her vampire. Everything around her was a satin and silk sea of brushed silver grey and crisp clean white. She thought of a violent stormy ocean and then how it right felt for him.

It was one of the last coherent thoughts of the night.

"Look at me."

How could she not, she wondered has his blond head and beautiful face consumed her field of vision. She was going to smack him if he asked her if this was what she really wanted.

"I'm going to make you scream." He said it in pure arrogance. It echoed all the way down to her toes, making a long stop at her center causing her to shiver.

His lips came on with a full on assault. He was everywhere, kissing her neck, her shoulders, every inch of her face and finally her lips. He kissed the corners, teasing her as she turned seeing his lips on hers. He gave them to her and she kissed like she was either trying to draw him into her self or impale him on her tongue. He was reminded as she twined her hands into his hair, tugging it so he'd deepen their kiss further of her reply the night they met when he said she looked sweet.

She had had told him she wasn't particularly.

He knew for a fact that she was sweet but now he was getting to taste her naughty as well, and he more than liked it.

He had been careful to keep his body hovering a couple inches from hers, he was fairly certain that he moment his flesh met hers that he wouldn't be able to keep any control once so ever and he was going to make this special if it killed him…well, finally killed him.

As their kisses became less wild and more in rhythm he broke away.

"No, no, no…don't wanna stop," she groaned trying to pull him back. He refused though he loved looking at her kiss-swollen lips and sexpot hair.

"I'm not stopping…" he flashed a grin as he began to slowly kiss her neck, her collar bone and sucking on the beating flesh in the hollow of her throat. She tasted so sweet with the scant tang of salt. She wiggled, hips arching up toward him; he gave a tsk sound "No yet lover…hold still." He took hold of her arms, extended them above her head and held them.

She whimpered. His kisses descended and he captured a perk pink nipple in his lips. He sucked and ran his tongue in circles around it. She was an impatient kitten under him, turning and arching begging to be petted. He switched his attention to the other nipple and as soon as he extended his fangs to nip at her flesh she let out a moan that was part scream and part growl.

"You're driving me absolutely crazy!"

He grinned and let go of her hands. He kissed wet trails down her stomach, circled her bellybutton with his tongue. He gripped her hips with his hands as his lips reached the promised land. He nuzzled her hipbone with the tip of nose, he breathed in deep, and his fangs ached in his mouth, he wanted to taste her so desperately.

You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But, it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation

Sookie didn't know if she could handle the wait. The anticipation of this moment had been driving her to the brink of insanity. The little patch of lace that made up the front of her thong was dripping, drenched she felt the building ache between her thighs, the pulsing nerves that felt like they were connected to jumper cables. She wanted, she needed to be pushed over the edge she was inching ever closer to. She needed to feel him inside of her like she needed to breathe. She shivered as she felt him untie the ribbons at her hips.

He had freed her hands some moments earlier, that fact now registered and her hands seemingly of their own accord laced themselves in his soft hair. She tried to guide his head from their nipping at her thighs to where she wanted them most.

All she received for her efforts was a soft chuckle and his shaking free of her hands.

"My impatient lover…" Eric smirked leaning on one elbow to look up at her. Her eyes were squeezed closed and her mouth was open and her chest was rapidly rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

The small wisp of lace that was barely covering her sex was now merely lying against her skin, beckoning him. He ran a finger along the delicate edge, memorizing every little goose bump that rose following his touch. He pressed a few more kisses to the inside of her velvet thighs, enjoying the heady scent of pulsing blood rushing to her center just as much as he was enjoying scenting her arousal.

He moved back up her body to capture her lips once more. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she opened her eyes. He nipped at her lips, drawing her full bottom lip into his mouth sucking it. She responded just as he hoped, by bucking her hips and pushing her tongue to gain entrance to his mouth. Just as her tongue darted forward he tore away the lace baring him and smoothly inserted two fingers, circling his thumb against the small, burgeoning bundle of nerves with barely checked vampire speed.

He swallowed her first orgasmic scream as he took her kiss.

You want a revelation,

It had come on so suddenly she screamed his name without even realizing it. His fingers knew exactly where to touch and how to caress. Her muscles curled like springs, springs of hot devilish anticipation. It took only his quick deft touch to unwind them, to release them in a rush of liquid, molten heat. Her walls convulsed around his fingers, clench them tightly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

You wanna get it right

"My… god…" she finally managed to say after her body finally settled. She opened her eyes still seeing small bursts of light in her vision. Her smug vampire stared down at her.

"I'm glad you approve…" He waited for her body to relax and he pulled his fingers from her. He made sure he had her full attention before he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked ever drip of her juices from them. She tasted sweet and perfect.

Her eyes widened and her pulse started to ratchet up again. It was erotic to watch and though she was at first bewildered by the action she couldn't deny it was making her springs tighten again as his face showed pure pleasure as he pulled his fingers from his mouth, savoring her taste, the essence of her femininity.

She reached up to trace the contours of his chest, she remembered how much he seemed to enjoy when she had sucked on his nipples. She pinched the small hard nubs and received a growl for her efforts. He was so incredibly striking. Running her hands over his shoulders, down his arms she believed he was carved from smooth marble by the Norse gods themselves. She hadn't ever imagined someone could be so perfect.

With slight trepidation she let her hands wander to his lower stomach, her eyes focused on his, they were clouded with lust. She smiled and let her hand move down. She encountered his hard cock instantly. He was bigger than she had even guessed at the roof, now that he was completely free of his confining trousers. She swallowed hard as she attempted to wrap her hand around him.

"Sookie…" he groaned above her. She rose up seeking his lips. They kissed hard and fierce. She couldn't get enough of his kiss, of his lips or of his tongue. It swooped in to claim her mouth, giving her no room to fight as he claimed her mouth, sliding his velvet tongue over hers in blatant possession.

Sookie timidly ran her rand up and down what she was coming to think of as 'his gracious plenty' and rubbed the tip where it was wet with anticipation of her.

Eric was straining against his iron will, he was trying really hard to go slow with her and let her become accustom to him. All the women he'd been with in the last 900 years were well experienced but many still struggled with accepting him all at first. He was sure Sookie hadn't much experience, his fingers had felt how tight she was – his cock was aching with the knowledge. He hoped she wasn't too intimated because he didn't think he would be able to hold off much longer.

Thankfully Sookie didn't think she'd be able to wait much longer either. She reached up to circle both arms around his neck, "Come on Viking…no more playing nice." She kissed behind his ear, and then bit the lobe.

He growled. Balancing on hand he gripped her left hip, urging her to bend her knee. She instinctually followed his lead. He experimentally rubbed his body against hers and she felt his cock hard against her belly. Her hips aching to feel the friction of him, they knew where to get their release and were lifting from the bed seeking it.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock like her hips were seeking primitively. He wanted her heat, her wetness, and the delightful pressure of her tight walls. He gripped her hip, angling himself inside of her, just inside.

She whimpered, it wasn't enough so she arched again trying to draw him in. His head came down to capture a nipple in his mouth where he sucked, then moved up her neck kissing the hollow and the pounding vein on the side of her neck. He scraped his fangs at the soft angle where her neck met her shoulder.

Her hips were grinding up against him and he was ready to be inside of her.

"Bite me Sookie," he ground the words out.

"What?" her voice was raspy and she focused on digging her nails into his back trying to bring his body closer to her.

"Bite me…right here…" he nipped at the soft spot on her body.

"But…" She couldn't think, he was right there, teasing in circles right at her lips, pressing against her clit.

"Trust me…bite now Sookie."

Their eyes met moments before she latched on, sinking her teeth with all her might into his flesh. As the thick sweet blood filled her mouth she simultaneously felt his fangs puncture her neck and his cock plunge into her. She muffled a scream, breathing through her nose.

Her body accepted him, he filled her, expanding her gently until her walls formed around him like she had been made to only accept him. She was the lock and he was key, unlocking depths she didn't know she had.

The taste of his blood was heady and she swam in the taste feeling it meld with the blood that was already in her. It made what little thought she had beautiful hazy and warm. His lips pulling at her neck was another kind of bliss, his swallows were in rhythm with his hips.

Everything was happing simultaneously and it was overwhelming. She let go of his neck with a cry. Her entire body was vibrating. She could hardly breathe. She wanted it to stop. She wanted it to go on forever. She was filled with coiling energy.

"Eric!" she shouted trying to get him to increase the speed of his hips. She was so close.

Eric grunted as her walls tightened around him and the wetness swelled. He increased his pace before lifting her hips so he angled inside of her deeper. He exchanged the fast frantic thrusts with long, deep ones that were aiming for the spot that would drive her into the abyss.

He found it and she exploded. She screamed, the sound bouncing off the walls till he covered her mouth with his, kissing her senseless.

Her orgasm ripped through her like a hurricane. Every single nerve she had felt severed whipping threads of electricity through the very fibers of her being. Her body that had been tense released in a stream of pounding energy. She screamed the only thing she could think, his name.

In the midst of her haze she felt him find his release and it extended her wave.

They both came down off the high at the same time. He rested his entire length against her and she relished the weight. He lazily licked at the last few drop from her neck after he sealed it and nicking his tongue with his fang to fade the wounds, though part him wanted her to wear them.

"That was…that was…" she shuddered as he eased himself from her. She mourned the loss.

"The best I've ever had," he finished kissing her forehead, her nose, her cheeks and her lips.

She rolled her eyes and laughed, "Oh come on now…it was great but don't lie," she playfully slapped his shoulder.

"I'm not lying, I will never and have never lied to you."

She was surprised by his intense tone. "Okay…wow, needless to say that was the most incredible thing I've ever in my life experienced…" she kissed his chest.

Eric rolled to the side, gathering her against his chest. She fidgeted a bit getting comfortable.

"You are mine Sookie Stackhouse, mine now, tomorrow and always."

She shivered, it had felt wrong and brought out her ire when Bill said that but when Eric said it? It was sexy, comforting and…true.

"As you are mine," she whispered kissed above his silent heart.

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

Okay…hit me with it, horrid? Do I need to crawl under a rock? I'm braced for it…don't hold back…but please be merciful?