A/N: No longer a one shot. I should warn you that while I try to stick to canon for the most part I read A LOT of fan fiction so sometimes I get mixed up. Also, there are a lot of things I disagree with about Sookie's character development (or more accurately, lack thereof) in the series so I will represent her a bit differently. This is my second attempt at fan fic and the first non-one shot; I'm open to constructive criticism. I should also warn you that I'm a big fan of lemons…

Pam and Eric exchange a meaningful look before she turns to leave.

"I'll make the arrangements," she says and closes the door behind her.

Eric is still holding me like a child though he has moved into the chair I started out in. Normally I would be offended by this sort of treatment but I'm just so glad he's alive (well, undead) that I really don't care.

My mind is still reeling from the events of the day and the emotional exchange with Eric. I had been avoiding our talk for a long time now although he clearly wanted to discuss our time together. I had been so afraid that he wouldn't feel the same as me and I just couldn't bear to risk the rejection. Now that we had finally admitted to loving one another I was left with a lot of questions about us.

"Eric?"

"Yes, lover?"

"I'm sure I should be asking questions about what that little exchange with Pam meant just now but I'm not sure I'm ready to hear it just yet. Before we land and rush off to join yet another seriously messed up vampire situation, I need to understand what's going on with us."

There's that emotional hum again. This time it's… fear? No, not fear exactly; more like trepidation (an old word of the day)? Caution?

Eric's chest rumbles in a low laugh and he looks at me thoughtfully before stroking my cheek. Still on his lap, I meet his eyes and wiggle slightly out of nervousness. Of course the gracious plenty is evident and I silently curse myself for sending the wrong message. Even if part of me does want to jump him right now another part of me is insisting that we need to finish this discussion.

He grunts a little from the contact and blinks slowly.

"You are m–," he stops himself.

"I've thought a lot about why you always rebuff my advances and refuse to yield to me," he continues. "For a while I thought you hated me."

"I've never hated you, Eric."

"Never?" he asks.

I shake my head.

"I will refrain from using the word that offends you so much if you will just be with me, Sookie. Only me."

"I can't belong to someone who doesn't belong to me, Eric. That's why I get so upset about you calling me yours. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be involved with someone who sits on a throne and enthralls fangbangers every night, feeding from them, having sex with them?"

I fully expect Eric to get pissed off and push me off of his lap but instead he looks shocked. His face, which is generally so devoid of expression, is awash with a myriad of emotions I can't quite separate. Then he laughs. He laughs? What the hell is funny about this? I don't think it's funny at all!

"This is why you rejected me? You thought I was bedding those worthless creatures? Sookie, I haven't done that since I stayed at your home. I'm yours."

I'm stunned. My mouth opens and closes several times before I manage to get anything out.

"You haven't? But that was nine months ago. You… you're mine?"

"I thought you knew."

"I thought you meant 'mine' like I was an asset or something you could possess. I thought it was one-sided."

"I suppose that's my fault. I certainly played that card with Compton to keep you near me. I was drawn to you and although I didn't love you yet I had to be near you. It was convenient."

I think back to the night that I left Eric on my porch for a date with Quinn and my heart sinks. How could I have been so cruel? To be fair, Eric sucks at communication. Maybe I do too. Getting back on track I think of the shooting at Stan Davis' compound in Texas.

"Always the pragmatist. So the bullet in Dallas? Was that so you could track me?" I ask.

"Yes and no. I wanted to keep you safe and it would help me locate you; know if you were in danger. Really, I just wanted to be closer to you though. After the maenad attack you were inside of me; I wanted to be inside you too."

"It's a testament to how screwed up my life has become that I think that's kind of sweet," I say. "So, when did you decide that you actually wanted to be with me? Not just have sex with me, I mean. You seemed to want that from the night we met."

Eric gives me his trademark smirk and raises one sexy eyebrow.

"Yes, I did," he breathes. "I still do."

His arm that's been wrapped around my back now slides under my shirt and his hips buck slightly as he leans in to kiss me. All thoughts of conversation slip away as my concentration leaves me. All I can think about is Eric and his kiss. When you've had a thousand years to perfect your technique it's really quite impressive. Add to that a fully erect gracious plenty, a near death experience and the promise of more danger soon to follow? Well, let's just say I wasn't fighting it. Not one bit.

Suddenly I have the urgent need to get all of his clothes off – like right now. I kiss him so hard that I scrape my lip on his fang and reach down to untie his pants. He's still wearing nothing but those black silk pajama pants I found him in and even they're too much.

Licking the blood from my lip hungrily, Eric pulls my dress up and over my head in one swift motion.

I manage to get Eric's pants untied in a frenzy that rivals vampire speed and stand up to remove my panties as he starts kissing my breasts. His kisses are hungry and in between licks be peppers them with little nips. Picking me up again, he lays me back on the floor and leans over me, pressing his body against mine. His weight feels so good against me that I groan.

His hands move lovingly down my abdomen and slip between my legs as I lick the outline of his jaw. My tongue traces the contours of his ear and he moans into my neck. His thumb rubs against my nub as he slides in one long finger, followed by another. Gripping his shoulders, I arch my back and moan again as he whispers in my ear.

"Your crazy campaign to save Bill."

"What?" I gasp.

"That's when I knew," he says between placing open mouth kisses on my neck.

Curling his fingers into me, he finds my sweet spot and continues, "Before you were staked."

"Ohhhhhh. God," I moan. What started as a response turned into praise.

Suddenly I cannot wait one moment longer. I don't care that we're on a plane; I don't care if the damn thing is going down right now. I just have to have him inside me.

With a light shove he allows me to flip him somewhat and I crawl on top of him, resuming our earlier position. Straddling him I lift myself up and position him at my entrance before looking into his eyes.

He thrusts his hips up towards me and the warmth that spread through me earlier overtakes me. I realize now that it's love; my love and his love are echoing back and forth across the bond, crashing into one another and making me drunk.

"I used to dream about this," I breathe, lowering my body to meet him.

He groans as I slide myself onto him, answering with my own deep moan. Going slower than I'd like in order to take him after so long, I bury him to the hilt. We're still for one reverent moment as my body adjusts and then slowly, I begin to rock against him. Never breaking my gaze, Eric growls low in his throat. I think it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard until he follows it with a whimper.

Suddenly I feel like the damn has burst. Everything I've been holding back comes tumbling out and I can't stop the stream of thoughts that want out. Thrusting harder to take him all in I start pouring my heart out to Eric.

"I've missed this so much." Thrust. "God, you feel so good." Thrust. "I've missed you… I love you… I'm sorry." Thrust. "Eric!"

"I love you so much," he responds. "Do you know how hard it's been not to do this?" he asks as he picks me up and puts my back against the wall. "I've wanted you so bad," Hard thrust. "For so long."

"I'm yours. I'm yours!" I scream as I near the edge and start seeing sparks.

"Look at me," he commands and I try to comply as my eyes roll back in my head.

Somehow I manage to meet his beautiful blue eyes.

"Are you really, Sookie?" he asks with unexpected seriousness.

"Yes." Tilting my head, I bare my throat for him and his fangs puncture my skin just as I fall over the edge.

My muscles start to spasm and I take him with me after a few more deep thrusts. We practically slide to the floor and I'm sitting in his lap again while he licks my neck to close the puncture wounds. After a few moments of frantically hugging him to me, panting, my breathing slows and I manage to speak.

"Stupid Bubba."

"What?" Eric laughs and it's that deep, beautiful sound most people never get to hear. It's the sound that I think of as only mine.

"At Russell's. I wanted you so badly despite being hurt. My good girl morals went out the window and then Bubba showed up."

"Yes. It might have saved us a lot of trouble. I wanted to kill him at that moment," Eric agrees, chuckling. "Then I had to go seduce some asshole to get you a car."

"That's right! Did you actually sleep with him?" I ask.

"You mean did I fuck him? Not quite, I barely managed to get out of it. The things I do for you, woman."

"Wow. I'm really sorry, Eric. I kind of dragged you into that whole thing and… I guess it's my fault that you were put in that position."

"It's fine, my love. I was willing if it meant that you got out of there alive."

My love? This new term sends a warm tingle spreading through my stomach. Pull it together, Sookie.

"Really? Eric Badass Northman? I can't believe it."

"Is that how you think of me?" he laughs. "Badass is my middle name? I like this."

Planting one more kiss on those gorgeous lips I extricate myself from Eric. I don't want to but my leg is starting to cramp and it's unavoidable. I stand shakily and look for my dress.

"So, I guess the whole plane probably heard that, huh?" I blush.

"Pretty much," comes Pam's voice from the other side of the door. "We're about to land."