A/N- *Ducks behind computer and waves white flag* Please don't kill me! I'm so sorry! But here's your belated Christmas gift, all wrapped up in a nice little bow! (Well, not literally but still) I hope you all had a nice Christmas/a happy holiday. I have finally finished this next chapter and I think you all will like it for a certain reason… mwuahah. I'm now posting update info on my profile so you can see that I'm still alive and not abandoning the story. Ummm yeah, that's all for now. Enjoy everyone!

PS: This chapter is dedicated to axadams for being so supportive and awesome!

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"I'm being serious, Pam. I need an idea!"

"I am being perfectly serious. You, in lingerie, holding a small mammal. It will drive him wild."

I glared at Pam as I took a sip from my ginger ale. She had that smirk that eerily resembled Eric's on her dark red lips. Her eyes bore holes into mine, dancing with mirth. I sighed and set my glass down on the bar. Pam's fingers were steepled together. She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow as she waited for my answer.

"Look, Pam. I appreciate the idea but I don't want to do that… especially while holding a small mammal. Where the hell did that one come from anyway?"

She gave a wry smile. "It was just a joke, Sookie. I have heard that humans enjoy them."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah whatever, you're not helping. I need to get him a present that's thoughtful and means something to him. I mean, what do you get the man that has everything?"

"Believe me, my delicious friend; he certainly does not have everything."

"What doesn't he have?"

"You." She answered simply.

"Pam, as much as it kills me to admit it, I'm technically his prisoner. He can make me do anything he wants with a little elbow grease."

"I'm not sure what elbow grease is, but I can assure you that you are something much more special than a 'prisoner' as you put it. He cannot simply make you do anything he wants and he refuses to admit it."

"What are you talking about?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Oh please, Sookie. You have him wrapped around your pretty little finger; he just doesn't know it yet."

Without thinking I examined my fingers, subconsciously I picked at the already chipped green nail polish. As Pam and I sat there in silence I thought about what she had just said. Eric was a master vampire, how could I, twenty four year old Sookie Stackhouse, have him "wrapped around my finger." You would think it would be the other way around. I took another sip of my ginger ale, suddenly wishing it was a gin and tonic instead. Before I could ponder anything else I felt all the air rush from the room.

Every vampire's head snapped up and their bodies stiffened. Pam was on her feet in a half a second, her face whiter than usual. I shakily looked around for the cause of all the distress.

Somehow, before I saw him, I knew who it was. But my anticipation didn't stop the air from rushing out of my lungs.

Standing at the front of Fangtasia, was Victor Madden.

I had almost forgotten what he looked like, but seeing him just a few yards away sparked every memory I had of him. His dark hair was slicked back in a thick coat of grease. He was shorter than Eric, but then again, so was everybody. His dark eyes scanned the room, going from the dance floor, to the booths and tables, and finally, to the bar.

Faster than a vampire I forcefully weaved through the crowd and ducked under the back of the bar. Chow tore his slanted eyes away from the greasy vampire and locked eyes with me.

I must have been quite a sight, crouching behind the bar on all fours, my eyes full of fear.

Chow, bless his undead heart, didn't say a thing and just slightly inclined his head at me and went back to tending the bar like nothing was out of the usual.

I pulled my knees to my chest and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping this was all just a nightmare and I would wake up to the smell of my Gran's cookies. I took a few deep breaths and opened my eyes. Nope. Still hiding behind the bar at Fangtasia.

Very carefully, I peeked around the edge of the bar and saw Eric and Victor making their way back to the office. I quickly regained my fetal position, hoping neither of them noticed me.

Chow raised an eyebrow as if to say: "There's really no point."

I gulped and rocked back and forth, trying to do one of my breathing techniques. I tried to think of things that made me happy- the first day of spring, sunbathing, Gran's cooking, watering flowers, buying a cute dress… None of those things helped me. It all just led back to the same thing- Victor was here. He was here and if he saw me I was a goner.

I must have been hiding for a while because the next time I opened my eyes I heard Eric's voice.

"Where is she?" And he sounded pissed.

"Right next to me, sir." Chow responded immediately, eyeing me wearily.

"What?" Eric snapped.

"Under the bar." The Asian vampire clarified.

Jeez, Chow. Way to blow my cover.

In half a second Eric was crouched down next to me, concern in his eyes.

"Sookie," He said my name like it was priceless silk.

I didn't respond, just stared blankly ahead of me.

Taking my face in his hands he made me look into his eyes. "He is gone, he won't hurt you."

"Why was he here?" I managed to choke out.

"Trivial matters about my Area that he needed to discuss with me. Nothing more."

"Then why are you so mad?"

He chuckled softly. "When I couldn't find you I assumed you did something irrational… Like steal my car."

I tried to give a weak smile but I couldn't bring myself to it.

"Come, let's get you home." He said, picking me up off the floor like a weighed a few ounces.

I forget how we made it to the car or inside the house without me having an emotional breakdown. But as soon as we stepped inside his front hallway it all hit me.

I was in the same room as Victor. He could have seen me. He probably smelled me. He was sent by Felipe.

Oh God, Felipe.

Before I knew it Eric was carrying me in his arms toward my room. I clung to him like I was a leaf in a storm.

Please don't let him take me, please don't let him take me.

I'm not sure if I said this out loud or only in my head. It didn't really matter. All that mattered was that Eric was here to protect me.

"Quiet, now." Eric whispered. "He is gone."

"But he'll always be here."

"He's on a flight back to Nevada." Eric assured me, gently depositing me onto the soft sheets.

"Don't leave." I pleaded desperately, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.

He didn't answer, just crawled into bed next to me and pulled my face into his chest. I inhaled his distinctive scent and slowly exhaled the breath I was holding in. I didn't want the sun to come up. I didn't want him to leave me. I wanted to-no, I needed to feel close to someone, something, anything. I turned my head up and found his lips with my own.

He responded immediately, stroking my cheek softly.

As much as I loved the feeling of his lips covering mine I needed more. I craved his touch. I craved love.

I pulled his head harder toward mine and gripped his blond locks. Deepening our kiss I shifted my position so I straddled him. I could feel his excitement through his frantic kisses, and through his jeans. I clawed at his shirt, pulling the offending garment over his head and discarding it on the floor.

Never one to be on the bottom, he flipped us over and in the process pulled my shirt off as well. He laid quick, fiery kisses down my neck and back up. His fangs were half extended and I could tell he was having trouble keeping them up.

His hand glided down my stomach and hovered over the button on my black skinny jeans. Casually, he flicked it open and my breath hitched in my throat.

Did I really want to be that close?

He must have sensed my uneasiness because he ceased the movement of his hand and slowed our kiss.

"Sookie." He growled, his fingers swiftly pinching the zipper of my pants. "Let me do this for you. Let me make you feel something you've never felt before."

I gulped.

"I'm scared." I admitted.

"I know. But you have to trust me."

The quiet zip resonated throughout the silent room and he hooked his thumbs around the belt loops on my jeans. Slowly, he peeled them down, moving downward with them until they were bunched around my ankles. He nonchalantly rolled them completely off and threw them on the floor next to his shirt.

Taking my foot in his hand he delicately kissed my ankle and up my calf. I shivered from pleasure and mentally begged him to continue and never stop. He glided his lips north until he got over the hill that was my knee. Now he was approaching a more sensitive area. Kissing the inside of my thigh he looked at my blue and white striped boy shorts.

I balled the cotton sheets in my fists and panted loudly. Very gently, he brushed his index finger along my panties and I swear I almost started to cry. I wanted him so badly but I was terrified simultaneously.

"Trust me." He muttered. "Trust me."

I bit my lower lip and nodded. Taking this as a green light he pinched the bottom of my boy shorts between his thumb and index finger and gradually pulled them down. I couldn't breathe from the anticipation. My panties cleared my ankles and joined the rest of our clothes on the floor.

He sat back and took in the sight. I was still in my bra but that was it. I had never felt more exposed and self conscious. I shifted my arm to cover myself but he caught my hand and kissed the inside of my palm.

"Beautiful." He whispered, his eyes never leaving the spot between my legs.

"Eric." I choked out, closing my eyes.

He intertwined his fingers with the hand he had just kissed and raised it above my head, squeezing it affectionately.

"You do not have to hide from me." He said simply.

In the next moment, my bra was off and there I was, completely nude in front of the vampire.

His other hand drifted south and cupped my center, rubbing back and forth. I gave a low groan and raised my hips.

"Oh God." I whispered. "What are you doing to me?"

"Something you'll love." He murmured.

I could feel his finger at my entrance and suddenly reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Wait." I said breathlessly.

He peered down at me questioningly. He definitely had never been in this type of situation before.

"I…what if it hurts?"

He gave a tiny chuckle. "This will not be painful in any way."

"But…" I looked away. "In the past, it has." I said, praying he would understand what I was trying to tell him.

"I am aware of your… previous experiences but know that this will only be pleasurable."

"I know but... I have been hurt… there. And it might not have gone away…" I trailed off, turning away my head in embarrassment.

I knew he understood when he remained silent.

"I see." He said.

I nodded, hating myself from being so scared.

"That can be remedied." I heard a little click of his fangs.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and saw that the tip of his finger had a little pool of blood on it.

"Relax." He murmured soothingly. "And close your eyes."

I did as I was told and then suddenly, his finger was inside of me. I gasped in surprise at the feeling. I could feel some of my not quite healed wounds start to close up as his blood came in contact with them. My grip in his hand that was hooked with mine tightened as he healed me.

When I felt all my old scars close I let out a deep breath. Some of the aches down there that I had come accustomed to were gone. I smiled.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet."

I peered up at him, a little confused until I felt him flick my nub with his index finger. I gasped and instinctively raised my hips up off the bed.

"Thank me later." He whispered in my ear.

He let go of our joined hands and ran his hand down my neck and made a quick trip to my breasts. Circling my nipple lightly with his finger he gave it a light pinch and I moaned quietly.

Meanwhile his other finger was inside me, working me in incredible ways. I gripped his shoulders as my breathing became erratic. Something new and exciting was building up inside of me, like a giant tidal wave, and I couldn't wait for it to crash.

When he inserted a second finger I felt like the breath had been knocked from my lungs.

"Don't stop. Please." I panted

With his thumb mindlessly rubbing my clit and his other two fingers gliding in and out of me I crashed.

It was one of the best experiences of my life. I cried out Eric's name as I toppled over the edge. The pleasure that coursed through my veins was indescribable. It felt like every nerve cell in my body was on fire. I barely noticed Eric brushing the hair out of my face as I came back down to Earth.

He leaned down and kissed my cheek softly.

"You can thank me now."

I tried to laugh but it sounded more like a gasp. Eric rolled off me and onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow, gazing down at me as I stared at the ceiling.

"Are you alright?"

I looked at him incredulously. "Am I alright?" I repeated slowly. "Am I alright? Eric, I'm more than alright! Jesus what did you do to me?"

"If I'm not mistaken I gave you an orgasm." Eric teased.

"I figured that much out." I snapped.

"This was your first?"

I nodded. "I didn't think it would feel anything like this! I mean, when I was a teenager I tried to give myself one but I couldn't so I just figured that it was impossible for me to have one but then my friend Tara would talk about how wonderful it is and I just assumed that I would never have one and…" I stopped, realizing I was rambling. Eric laughed at my embarrassed look and pulled me against his chest.

"I'm glad you enjoyed. I will be more than happy to do this another time…"

I sat up. "You'd do this again?"

"I have found that seeing your face while you come is priceless."

I ignored his dirty talk and continued. "Well you," I poked his chest. "Better be ready to do this every. Single. Night. No excuses."

He laughed, pulling my back down onto the bed.

"What have I created?" He said teasingly.

"Sleep well because you better do this again tomorrow."

"Or…" His fingers slipped down my leg. "I can do this again right now."

And he did. Two more times.

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When I wrote this I was like, "Oh yeah! This is awesome! Woot!" Then I read it over and I was like ehhhhh. But I'm generally happy with it because I finally gave you guys the sexy time you've been asking for! I know it's not much but it is a taste of what's to come! (I just realized I made a sexual joke without even intending to, please disregard) So what do you think of Victor lurking about? What did you think about the mini lemon? I'm very inexperienced when it comes to writing them, if you can't tell. Leave a review and let me know! Happy (almost) New Year!