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Sookie had had enough of this. The dreams, the thoughts, the constant arousal, it had to stop. She needed most, to know why. If this was just a wonderful but mildly annoying side affect of drinking Eric's blood or if there truly was some attraction there, she just needed to know.
Dressing appropriately Sookie headed out to Fangtasia. This needed to be sorted out tonight, right then and there. Her knuckles were white as she drove her little yellow car right into the lion's den or vampire's den as it were.
When she finally arrived she had to keep pushing her skirt down as she slipped out of her car. Her normal attire wasn't quite this…small, but she wasn't looking to attract any attention, and in dressing this way, she knew she wouldn't. Letting out a big sigh, Sookie forcing a smile when she spotted Pam, heading towards the club.
She wasn't dressed quite as deliciously as Pam always was, but she still hoped she had made a good choice in attire. She sauntered up to the front doors and tried to fix her hair before Pam crooked her finger at her through the crowd.
Sookie smiled and walked up to the front of the line. "Hey Pam. You look…shiny." She said as she looked up and down Pam's pleather dress.
"And you, Ms. Stackhouse, look good enough to eat tonight…" Pam smirked. "Go on in. Eric's been in a mood; maybe you can yell at him and make him smile."
Sookie walked into the club and paused for a moment. Nothing was different from any other night; there were still vampire lovers and haters draped all over every surface. Yvetta was dancing, only a silver thong and matching hooker heels. Sookie watched as she grinded and swayed against the pole, and just past her, there was Eric. The delicious Viking sat upon his throne, watching the people on the floor, looking as thrilled as usual.
Sookie looked away, without being too obvious, and went to the bar, ordering a drink. She held it in her hand tightly, her knuckles white once again as she fought the urge to look over at the stage. She sighed softly and tilted the drink up to her mouth but before she could take a sip she felt him behind her.
He wasn't close enough to be touching her but nonetheless it was like a warm silk blanket had been wrapped around her. She chose not the turn around right away, attempting to keep that much of herself sound.
"Good evening Ms. Stackhouse. What brings you to my establishment this fine night?" Eric's voice only made the silky feeling of his presence caress her skin that much more. He was smiling, Sookie could hear it in his voice, and she herself fought the smile softly.
Sookie slowly turned around, refusing to make direct eye contact, and forcing a smile. She instead looked at his chin, but that just led her eyes to settle on his luscious looking lips. Internally she scolded herself and looked at his nose instead. But she was able to see his ice blue eyes and had to stop herself from swaying. Swallowing hard, she locked eyes with him.
"Hello Eric." Sookie managed to force out, happily surprised that her voice didn't crack like it had threatened to. "I didn't feel like staying at home tonight, and Merlotte's is…well not somewhere I really want to be if I don't have to be right now. So I came here…" She couldn't believe she had just spilled all of that out.
Eric gave her his million-dollar smile and tilted his head slightly. "How lucky I am, that you choose to frequent my club..." He took this opportunity to fully look over her outfit. He had only vaguely seen it from his seat above the crowd, but just from that glance, his felt his animal urges take charge for just a moment. She was wearing a black thin sweater, over a deep crimson corset-like shirt. Knee-high boots led up to her short black leather skirt. If she had always had this in kind of clothing in her closet, Eric couldn't for the life of him understand why she didn't always dress this way. He had never seen anyone so breathtakingly sexy and beautiful at the same time.
He looked back into her eyes, taking a step closer. "And might I add that you look quite ravishing tonight."
Sookie could feel his words twirling around her as she sucked in a slow breath. She clenched her drink hard, forcing herself not to touch him. "Thanks. I just kind of grabbed it out of my closet…the back of my closet." She chuckled softly, and when Eric chuckled with her, she could feel her heart pounding against her chest.
"Look Eric, I need to talk to you. Can we go to your office or something?" Sookie blew out the breath she forgot she had been holding.
Eric nodded, and as he led her to the room, his daydreams danced through his mind and he smirked devilishly. Opening the door, he put his hand on the small of Sookie's back to lead her into the room, and just the small touch made them both stop, even for a second. He closed the door behind them and took his seat behind his desk.
"What do you need to talk about Ms. Stackhouse?" Eric gestured for Sookie to sit on the couch
Swallowing hard, she did, tugging at her skirt as she did so. Sookie sighed and looked over at Eric. "I need to know a few things…about your blood. What does it…what are the side affects of it?"
"Well you and I are bonded in a sense. I can always feel when you are in trouble, and you can feel the same from me, because I am older. In the case of Bill, it may have felt like a small tugging feeling inside when he was in danger. However, with me, if anything happens to me, you will almost feel the same pain I feel. For which, I am sorry for. Although, I tend to not be in too much trouble so I wouldn't worry. And then there are the dreams that I can…share with you." Eric smiled softly.
"Well, that's all good and well to know…but I need to know everything. Like, with that ability to send me dreams and stuff, which you should quit it by the way, it's not pleasant…" Sookie lied. "I mean…any attraction that I feel for you, is that just because of the blood? Can you make me have feelings for you…intimately?"
Eric leaned forward. "My blood will only heighten any existing attraction. It will cause you to feel something towards me yes, as you felt for Bill. But it can't force love or anything, it's not magic. As I said, it will only heighten something that is already there. Why do you ask?"
Sookie looked away from his icy stare and played with her blouse. "I just was curious…." She looked back over to Eric, who was now on the edge of desk, only a few feet away from her now. He was wearing his usual black tank top and leather pants, and Sookie held her hands tight together to stop herself from tearing that shirt from his marble-etched body.
"Sookie…what's wrong?" Eric asked playfully, smirking. He could feel the quickened pace of her heart, and see it in her neck. The urge to lick his lips was restrained for the moment.
Sookie stood up, finally hitting her breaking point of frustration. "Eric, what have you done to me? I keep having these thoughts and feelings and….well it really makes it hard to work and sleep when all I can think about it you…and dirty things that I don't feel comfortable saying out loud!"
It took her a moment to realize that they were now merely a foot away from each other, and a soft gasp escaped from her parted lips. She bit her bottom lip softly, forgetting the other words she had in her head. All of her senses were clouded by this Viking, and all she wanted was to be lost in him.
"I have done nothing to you, Sookie Stackhouse. Not to say that I haven't wanted to, on many occasions, but wouldn't do anything to offend you or upset you, without your consent. I may be cold-blooded, but I respect you more than that." Eric spoke with the most sincerity that Sookie had ever heard from him. He placed his large hands on her small shoulders and smirked. "What kinds of things have been plaguing your mind, Sookie?"
Sookie huffed and took a few steps away from him. She forced herself to regain composure, before turning back towards Eric. "Must that always be where your mind goes, Eric Northman?"
"Actually Sookie…" Eric said softly, before appearing once again in front of her, but this time there was no space between them. "It's your mind that seems to be going there…" Eric stroked her cheek softly, and smiled, his other hand resting on back.
A small moan tumbled from Sookie before she could bite it back, and she looked up into his delicious gaze. "I am supposed to hate you…you are evil." She tried to convince herself, but mentally failed.
"Says who?" Eric leaned down and captured Sookie's lips with his own. The moment that their lips finally connected, it was like a switch being flicked on, and electricity jolted through them.