Hey everyone! I'm sorry it took so long to update this, but it's been a busy few days for me so I only now got the chance to write. Thank you for the nice reviews you always leave me!

So, for everyone who has me on alert because of my little oneshot "Need", I have news! I'm going to continue the story! I've already penned it out a bit, it needs more contour, but it's getting there soon. I can't say if it's going to be a few days or a few weeks before "Need" gets another chapter, but it's going to happen. I'm amazed by everyone's reaction! Thank you!

This chapter hasn't been betaed, because Keri is just settling in and she's out of internet for now, so please, take my apologies if there's anything that sounds off or it's misspelled. I went over it, but it's past midnight, so I might have slipped something.

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We got the afternoon

You got this room for two

One thing I've left to do

Discover me

Discovering you

One mile to every inch of

Your skin like porcelain

One pair of candy lips and

Your bubblegum tongue

'Cause if you want love

We'll make it

Swimming a deep sea

Of blankets

Take all your big plans

And break 'em

This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland

Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)

Your body Is a wonderland

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face

I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase

You tell me where to go and

Though I might leave to find it

I'll never let your head hit the bed

Without my hand behind it

you want love?

We'll make it

Swimming a deep sea

Of blankets

Take all your big plans

And break 'em

This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland

Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)

Your body Is a wonderland

Damn baby

You frustrate me

I know you're mine all mine all mine

But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body Is a wonderland

Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)

Your body Is a wonderland

Your body is a wonderland

(John Mayer - Your Body Is A Wonderland)

SPOV

We made our way home, but by the time we got into Shreveport we had changed our mind and decided to drop by the coffee shop first. I felt giddy and energetic and I felt like I could write up a storm if I sat down on my laptop. However, I did not feel like doing anything other than spending my time with Eric. I wanted to be in his arms, I wanted to be under him, on top of him, anywhere near him.

I know he was disappointed in the morning because I refused his morning nookie, but I really just felt like we had all the time in the world to do that and so much more. I was also a bit sore from the two sessions we had. I had never cum like that and so many times in my entire life and stretching up to his size was a bit of a chore, no matter how wet I was. Oh, God, I needed to stop thinking about that before I made him pull over and fuck me on the hood of his car. It would surely not happen in it, since this Corvette was the total anti-car-fucking car. I still could not believe a car this beautiful and with so much sex-appeal could be so … crowded.

He parked behind the café and came around to help me out of the car. Always the gentleman. He kissed me softly and then put his arm around me, guiding me through the back corridors and to the front of the business.

"Hey there lovebirds!" Alcide greeted us and I might have blushed.

"Hey Alc," I chirped as Eric shook his hand.

"Come on. Seat your asses at a table and let me get you a pick-me-up and something to eat," he said and we did as he instructed.

The café was fairly empty for a Saturday afternoon so we had plenty of room to sit. Alcide brought us our coffees and some bagels and joined us at the table.

"So what are you two up to?"

"We just came back from my dad's," Eric said.

"Oh, nice! How's the old man? Haven't seen him in ages."

"Happy Sookie and I are together," Eric replied with a laugh.

"Well, we all are," Alc said with a grin.

"Hey, that reminds me. Did you change your number or set it to private again?" I asked.

"No, Debby hasn't gotten her claws on this one yet so I didn't change it. And it's not on private either. Why?"

"Oh. We both got this message from a private number and we thought it was you," I told him, racking my brain as to who it might have been.

"What message?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as Eric showed him the text.

"It could be Amelia," he muttered. "She changes her number to private sometimes to fuck with Bob's mind. Maybe she forgot to change it back."

"Yeah, probably. Or Diantha. She had that pre-paid that she used from time to time," Eric said.

Silence fell over us before Alc smirked.

"So, just because we're on the topic… What DID you guys do last night?" he asked.

"Oh, no you don't. Come on, Eric, let's go," I told him and got up giggling cause Eric smacked him upside the head.

"Eric and Sookie sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G," we could hear Alc sing as we made our way to the car.

"He'll never grow up," I told Eric when I could finally speak again.

"Yes, I have that feeling also," he said as he opened the door for me.

"So, anything you want to do today other than spend the day in bed with me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as he got into his seat.

"Nope. I'm good," I smiled back at him.

"Oh, you're going to be perfect, not good," he promised and I felt like I was slowly burning from the inside.

A few minutes later we were in front of our house and he came over to my side of the door and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Aaaaa, Eric! Put me down!" I squealed and pinched at his ass.

"Mmm, yes, Lover, keep doing that," he said and I pinched him particularly hard which earned me a slap on my ass.

"Settle down, woman," he ordered in his best caveman-voice as he carried me through the house.

He threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me and started tickling me, which effectively got me squealing loud enough for the entire street to hear me. I grabbed for a pillow and smacked him upside the head which put a stop to the tickling.

Instead, he got a mischievous glint in his eyes. I started crawling backwards through the bed as his hand inched closer and closer to a pillow. I got on my knees and waited for the blow I knew would come. I did not even see when his hand gripped the pillow and smacked me on my arm.

"Hey!" I yelled and hit him back.

His next blow landed straight on top of my head while mine hit his hip. We kept on hitting whatever spot we could reach, sometimes taking a defensive stance while the other let out some steam. Good thing he had thick pillows. We were laughing like goons. I tried hitting him in the nose, but he caught my pillow.

"Oh no," I screamed, but he jumped me and had me pinned under him in a second.

He kissed me, his lips rough on mine. My arms went around his neck and I pulled him closer to me. One fun time was over and another one was brewing.

His arms were on either side of my head and his body was laid over mine. He broke the kiss and took his time looking at me as I looked at him. He was so handsome. His features were masculine, but beautiful, his blonde hair falling in his eyes. And those eyes… Those eyes that showed me how much he loved me, how much he wanted me, how much he dreamt of our future.

"I love you," I whispered, feeling like it was somehow appropriate to speak this softly.

"And I love you," he replied and pecked my nose. "I want to take you to Sweden. Will you go with me?"

"Sweden? Really?" I asked, suddenly excited about finally going to his homeland.

"Yes. Dad gave me a key to mom's box in the bank. He said she left something for me before she died. I want to go back for it, and for you. I want you to see where I grew up," he said.

"Of course I'll go with you. I can't wait. I'd follow you anywhere, you know that, right?" I asked, my fingers trailing his cheek.

"I do. I love you," he declared and my belly did that flip it did every time he told me of his feelings for me.

"How about Christmas? Your mom was born on the Eve right? We could go to the cemetery. And we could stay there until after New Year's Eve so we can celebrate your birthday as well," I proposed, my mind reeling with the possibilities.

"I'd love that. Thank you for wanting to go visit my mom's grave," he said, a shadow of sadness passing over his features.

"Oh, honey, there's nothing to thank me for. You've held my hand at my parent's graves so many times, I lost count. I want to meet her, even if it's like this. It doesn't sound weird, right?"

"Not at all. You two would have gotten along wonderfully," he said, his fingers tracing my lips.

He ended our talk by kissing me slowly, softly, lovingly. Our kiss grew in intensity, the fire starting to burn once more. Every cell in my body was conscious of every inch of his body pressing into me. My hands traveled to the hem of his t-shirt and I pulled it off of him. He pulled me up and took off my own shirt, exposing my bra to him.

His mouth found my breasts and he kissed at my cleavage as my hands wound in his hair. His fingers popped open the clasp at my back and my bra fell open. He dragged it slowly down my arms and his gaze went to my exposed nipples. A shiver went through my body and my nipples hardened before his lips even touched them.

I let out a moan and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. My hand went to his belt and I opened it, quickly pulling down his zipper. He had to wear boxers today, didn't he? I groaned in protest as I grabbed him over his underwear and he chuckled around my right nipple.

He settled back and shrugged off his pants and in a few seconds he was naked in front of me. My back hit the bed and I opened my own jeans and took them off along with my panties.

We were naked, face to face, on our elbows, looking at each other.

"You're so beautiful," he said, lightly tracing his fingers between my breasts, following the ray of light filtrating through the curtains.

"And so are you," I told him and leaned in to kiss him. His fingers groped at whatever skin they could reach. He trailed down my ribs, following the curve of my ass before hooking my leg over his. His hand lowered and his long fingers trailed the inside of my thigh until he reached my pussy. I moaned into our kiss as he started circling my clit.

My hand went between us and I grabbed his length, pumping him slowly. I gripped him tighter when one of his fingers found its way inside me.

I pushed at his shoulder and he complied, laying on his back. I straddled him and bent forward to kiss him. I rubbed myself over his hardened length and then, in one swift movement, sunk down on him. We both moaned at the feeling and I started moving slowly over him, our eyes trained on each other. He pulled me closer to him and flipped us over. He covered my face with little kisses, before our lips met once again. He deepened the kiss as he thrust powerfully inside me. I was close to exploding and I wanted to take him with me. I dug my fingers in his shoulders and my back arched off the sheet as I started thrashing uncontrollably. God, it felt amazing.

"Join me!" I moaned as I started cumming.

"Sookie!" he yelled and I felt him swell inside of me.

I pulled him on me, even though he was trying to protect me from his weight. I welcomed the closeness of his body; craved it. We breathed heavily, trying to slow down our heartbeats.

"You're amazing," I told him as I kissed his neck.

"I can't tell you how good those little words make me feel when you say them," he chuckled.

"I'm fairly certain I have an idea," I said, thinking of all the times he complimented me on anything.

He rolled off of me and faced me once again, before pulling my body closer to his.

"I think I'm going to write a love story. One inspired by you, by us," he said, his eyes tracing a random ray of light falling on my skin.

"About us? Really?" I asked, flattered at his idea.

"Yes. Every little thing you do makes me want to write; everything that happens between us makes me want to sit my ass down at the computer and put it into words. The way the light caresses your skin in this instant makes me want to write you a poem," he said smiling, his eyes finally meeting mine.

"I think it's a lovely idea, Eric. What are you characters going to be named?"

"Cookie and the Viking," he said with a straight face as I succumbed to a laughing fit.

"Oh, dear, please don't! People will think it's a comedy," I said, still laughing.

"Yes, yes, but an adorable comedy. Just like you."

"Aww. You already got me in bed, Viking! You don't need to say things like that," I joked.

"Oh, but Cookie, I must. It's in my nature to say them," he declared and we started laughing once more.

"Seriously, though, I think it's a wonderful idea. I can't wait to see what you'll come up with," I told him honestly.

"I actually have a confession to make. I've already started working on it," he said, and he seemed to be biting the inside of his cheek.

"Oh, you sneak! Why didn't you just say so?"

"I wanted to see what your honest opinion would be. I didn't want you to think I'm some obsessed freak," he said.

"You know I'd never think that. Plus, I'm pretty obsessed with you too. In a non-freaky way," I grinned and he kissed me.

"Good. Now that we have that settled..." he trailed, his arms pulling me closer.

"What?"

"I'm thinking I want to eat some Cookie," he said and we burst into laughter once more. That is, until his face got between my legs and his tongue traced my slit.

My laugh turned into moaning as he started circling my clit, flicking over it from time to time. In a few minutes he had me trembling with desire.

"Oh Eric, I'm so close. More, " I begged and he understood, climbing up my body and thrusting into me.

He fucked me fast, while his thumb applied pressure on my nub and I lost it. I came apart under him, clutching at his forearms.

He slowed down, pulled out and flipped me over. My face found a pillow and I wiggled my ass for him, taunting him.

With a groan he positioned himself and pushed in.

"Oh, God!" I moaned, not able to keep it in. I felt so full and so good.

He gripped my hips and started pulling out slowly, before pushing back in quickly. He's tormenting me and driving me crazy. I raised myself on my hands and grasped the headboard. The new angle had him hitting that spot inside me and I could feel myself spiraling.

"Keep doing that, God, that feels good," I moaned and his grip tightened on my hip.

"You like that? You like how I fuck you, Lover?" he asked and his words only spured me on.

"Yes," I hissed and I started trembling with my orgasm.

"That's it! Come all over my cock!" he ordered as he slamed into me over and over again.

"Fuck!" I breathed out and I heard him grunting my name behind me. He slowed down and his body huged mine from behind. We collapsed to the bed, with him spooning me.

"That was…" I tried to find my words as he was still trying to catch his breath. "Hot. I never knew you talking dirty would pull such a reaction out of me."

"I'll do it more often then," he offered and kissed my shoulder.

"Mmm," I purred and cuddled closer to him, letting out a yawn.

"We really need to change the sheets. You're dripping all over them," I told him.

"Me? You're the one doing the dripping."

"Yes, but I'm dripping … you. Therefore, it's your fault," I giggled at the silliness of our conversation.

"Do you want me to get a washcloth or something?" he asked and moved to go, but I kept his hand around me.

"Stay. It's already ruined. Might as well just fall asleep. We'll shower and run laundry when we wake. Just hold me," I told him.

"I love you, Cookie," he chuckled, letting out a yawn of his own.

"Me too, Viking, me too."

I woke to the sound of Aerosmith.

"Mmm?" Eric moaned in question.

"Pam. Pink really is her favorite color," I chuckled.

"Yes?" I answered the phone.

"Did I wake you? Oh, it doesn't matter. The book is coming out two days before Halloween. It's settled!" she yelled so loud even Eric heard her.

"Halloween? So soon? That's like three weeks away."

"Yes, it's plenty of time. You're going to work with Stan to get everything wrapped in the next 10 days and then it goes to print. I'm so excited, Sookie. We're going to have a launching party and there's going to be press and the day it goes to print there's going to be this excerpt published in like 10 major newspapers nationwide," Pam rambled.

"Wow. Is that going to help?"

"Yes, of course it will. It's like when someone gives you a taste of their coffee and then you just have to go buy yourself one as well. Your book is amazing and I'm sure it's going to get amazing reviews. I'm going to send the book to my list of critics and I'm sure we're going to hear from them by the day of the launch. And even if it's after that, it's still good," she said.

"You know your stuff, Pam, so I'm going to trust you. I'm so excited! I'll come by on Monday to talk things through."

"Perfect. You're meeting with Stan anyway. So, since you sound like I've just woken you, tell me, what were you up to last night?"

"Pam!"

"Oh, chill! I'm just happy for you two!"

"Hey, talking of which, you don't happen to have a number on private, right? Or maybe Stan? Eric and I got a message and we're wondering who it's from."

"Nope. Plus, I don't think either of us have Eric's number. We've always settled things with you when we went out together and whatnot. It's probably one of your other friends," she said.

"Yeah, you're right. Well, thanks for the call, hon. I'll see you on Monday!" I told her and the call disconnected.

I turned to Eric and he seemed as excited as I felt.

"Oh. My. God! My book is getting printed! It's real. It's happening!" I yelped and Eric hugged me.

"Yes you are! I'm so proud of you!" he said, peppering kisses all over my face.

"Halloween. It's so cliché, but I absolutely love it!" I laughed.

"I guess I shouldn't dress up as a vampire then," Eric mused.

"Nope. My readers would then immediately recognize you're the inspiration behind my main character and I'd never get rid of the fangirls wanting to take you away from me," I said.

"Wait. What?"

"You didn't know that? Come on, Eric. He's tall, blonde, hot, he used to be a Viking and he's particularly close to the blonde girl in the book. I thought you knew," I told him, still unable to grasp the fact that he didn't see how he'd influenced my work.

"I see it now. You're right. Wait, they don't fall in love in the book," he said smiling.

"Oh, that's in the plan for the second one," I told him and pulled him to me for a kiss.

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xoxo

Gaby