Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, or these sexy characters.

Also a big thanks to all those who have loved my story so far and reviewed. Its my first True Blood fic, so bear with me :)

Eric leaned back in his office chair, sighing softly. Computers just irritated him, but he was forced to keep updating and managing the website for Fangtasia. So he growled as he scrolled down the page, the boredom he was feeling was beyond overwhelming. He then thought of something much less boring…

Eric looked up from his screen to see Sookie saunter into his office, wearing a long jacket. He forced a smile, but that smile faltered slightly as he noticed that her long legs were bare, and she wore silver stilettos. "Well good evening, Ms. Stackhouse. What brings you here?"

Sookie closed the door behind her and leaned against it, glancing over at him. "Eric Northman…you and I need to have a serious talk." Her hands went up into her soft blond locks, before slowly sliding down the front of her jacket. She slowly unbuttoned, revealing a small white bra and matching panties.

"Oh do we?" Eric swallowed hard. He bit his bottom lip, looking her up and down. "Is there something wrong?"

Sookie let her jacket fall to the floor and she gyrated her hips, stepping apart slightly, as she let her hands slid up her body against, lightly slipping over her flimsy bra. "Yes Eric…there is…"

Eric's mouth dropped open slightly. His pants were feeling much tighter all of a sudden, and he ached to run his hands and tongue all over her soft flesh. He slowly got out of his chair and began to walk over to Sookie, when she stopped him.

"On the couch. Now." Sookie demanded, smirking.

"Yes ma'am." Eric obliged and made himself comfortable. He clenched and unclenched his hands, biting his lip softly.

Sookie began to swivel and grind in the air. She was attempting to resemble one his dancers, but surpassed them by miles. Her grace and soft features made her that much more arousing. As she kept dancing, she slipped out of her tiny bra, tossing it towards Eric. He caught it and took in her scent, moaning softly.

He unbuttoned his tight pants and took himself out of them, stroking his length as he watched the show. Her every sway and move drove him even more. He moved his hand, stroking himself with each movement of her hips.

And when Eric thought he couldn't stand it any longer, he was happily surprised when Sookie walked over and straddled his hips. She leaned down, kissing his soft lips as her fingers stroked his soft locks. Eric's hands settled on her delicious hips, as he began to grind against her. His hard length sliding up and down against her small panties, the thin layer so teasing. He could hear Sookie's soft moans against his lips, and as he slid his tongue into her mouth, he grabbed her ass, grinding her harder against him. They continued like this for a few more moments, before Sookie reached down, unsnapping her undergarment and tossing it aside.

The feel of intoxicating flesh on flesh gave Eric a head rush, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time. He kissed her hard, as he slid his throbbing cock inside of her. They both let out deep growls, and froze for a moment, enjoying the feeling.

Eric ran his hands up and down Sookie's back, and began to slowly thrust into her. Sookie whimpered and moaned softly, pulling away from their kiss, smirking. She then began to drive herself down on Eric hard, riding him, digging her heels into his thighs.

"Jesus fuck Sookie…" Eric mumbled, feeling himself getting very worked up much faster than he had since he had been turned. Something about this girl, made him much more human in more than one way. As she rode him, he took in her amazing beauty, and found himself lucky that she would saunter into his office, wanting him.

Sookie rode him hard, taking him as deep as he could do, digging her fingernails into his hair and kissing him passionately. The way she kissed him, was like a desert dweller finally getting that drink of water they had needed for so long. She felt her own climax beginning to build up, so she shifted her angle, squeezing herself hard around him.

Eric growled out many Viking slurs that Sookie couldn't decipher if she tried, but she knew it meant she was doing her job right. She rode harder and faster, holding herself back.

He felt himself reaching his limit and met all of her thrusts hungrily. When his climax finally claimed him, he tore away her lips and sunk his teeth into her neck, suckling as her blood poured into his mouth, which then triggered Sookie's own release. They both bathed in the pleasure, before slowly coming down.

Sookie was the first to speak. "Wow…."

Eric chuckled softly. "Yes Sookie, I would have to agree."

"You need to get your sorry ass back out on your throne. They crowd is getting bitchy."

"What?" Eric looked at her confused, before snapping back into reality.

Pam stood in the doorway, glaring at him. "I said, your fucking highness, you need to get your sorry ass back out on your throne. The crowd is getting bitchy, and bitchy humans won't let me have a taste."

Eric sighed deeply. "You can be such a cruel bitch sometimes, Child."

"Thank you. I learned from the best." She scowled, and walked out, leaving Eric alone once more, hand grasping himself.