Thanks for all the lovely reviews! Here is the next chapter, forgive me if the lemons aren't good. It's my first time ever writing a fan-fic so go easy on me, I've managed to figure out a vague plot for this story now. I love reading your reviews, it's what inspires me to keep writing this thing so thank you, I love you all! The next chapter will be longer and it'll have more action in it, this is basically my idea of how season 4 should be...fuck Alan Ball.

He practically carried her back to the house like a primal caveman, his day rest had kept him parted from his beloved far too long and now it was time for him to show her how much he had missed her presence. When he had risen to find himself alone in the baron cubby he had panicked, where had she gone, had she left him forever? His panic had subsided when he saw her beaten old car chug into the drive; worry filled his heart to the brim. With passion he forced himself upon her, pinning her soft curves to the side of that hideous vehicle with his weight. He made her search his eyes; she had to see his devotion, his love, his need for them to be united as one.

When they reached the bedroom he laid her softly on the blankets and removed himself from her grip to take in the sight below him. Her blonde curls fell softly around her face, framing her angelic features like the most divine work of art he had ever seen. She wore a pink vest top that clung to every inch of her delicious body; the bra she was wearing beneath it must have been thin because he could see her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Her bottom half was enclosed in a pair of devilishly short denim cut-offs, they fit her shapely thighs perfectly and he couldn't wait to reach the prize underneath them. On the bed she writhed and moaned like a shameless woman desperate for his touch, it enthralled him to see her fists grip at her blanket and her body move as if beckoning him to fuck her.

"You are exquisite Sookie," he whispered as his eyes took their fill of her.

"Eric please," she whimpered, her eyes red with passion, lust and affection.

"Please what?" he teased her as his hands ran their way up those supple thighs.

"I need you..." she moaned, her head thrown back in wild abandon.

"Need me to do what Sookie?" he couldn't help it; he had to hear her say it.

"I need you inside of me Eric. Please," breathless, sweating, he could smell the arousal pouring from her in waves.

"As you wish," he smiled down at her and in a quick motion he had her shorts and cotton panties off. He quickly released himself from his own clothes and pointed himself at her core. She was drenched and her legs wrapped around his waist almost immediately, she was desperate for him, frenzied and headstrong, she knew what she wanted and right now it was him. To her surprise he didn't enter her straight away and she looked at him quizzically.

"C'mon Eric, please." she wrapped her legs tighter around him, as if trying to force him inside her. He stared into her eyes, determined to ask her what he had wanted to ask as soon as he awoke from his death this evening. They were filled with carnal desire, she was desperate for him.

"Sookie, will you be mine?"

It was timid, he was nervous. The last time he had asked her to be his she had looked perplexed and snorted at him, 'not really'. That had crushed him, even though he had barely known it at the time, it felt like a piece of him had died and he couldn't bare to feel it again. If Sookie wouldn't accept his proposition he didn't know what hope he had left, she was the only thing he could rely upon.

"I am yours Eric," she replied sincerely, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him softly on the lips. "And you are mine," she grinned at him, greed written on her face.

"We will be one," he replied seriously. The look on his face concerned her, he looked determined and she wasn't sure if she was going to like what he had in store for her. He brought one of his palms to his mouth and bit down hard, blood filling his mouth. Slowly he offered her his bloodied hand, a look of anxiety marring his features, his eyes practically begging her to accept him. Cautiously Sookie brought his wounded palm to her mouth and licked, his taste was like nothing she had experienced, it was like warm honey consuming every part of her body. She gasped as his blood surged within her, she felt like she had been electrocuted, the tips of her toes tingled, her nipples hardened once again and she moaned as Eric finally entered her wetness, her mouth still drinking in his life force. Sookie never thought she'd be able to handle a man of Eric's size but boy had she been proven wrong, she wanted all of him and more, she could never have enough of Eric. He moved his hand away from her mouth and she let out a strangled cry, wanting more of his blood that made her feel like a goddess. "You'll have more Sookie, I promise you," he whispered as he concentrated on her.

She was on fire as he moved inside her, his blood and his cock finally making her feel whole, and without further warning Eric's fangs sheathed themselves in her neck. Her legs worked their way around Eric's waist and she met every movement with a fury of her own, stars sparkled in front of her eyes as he continued his movements inside her, getting faster every minute. Eric was burning for release as he withdrew his fangs from her neck and sealed her wound, he thrust into Sookie with a ferocity that would of injured her if she hadn't ingested his blood and she reciprocated every movement. He could feel every emotion, every thought of him; he was consumed with her mind and her with his. Gripping onto her hips he continued the assault on her body, trying to control his vampire urge to fuck her until she begged for mercy, he didn't know where those thoughts came from but he pushed them to the back of his mind and concentrated on bringing his sweet fae to her own release. His hand found her clit and he started to rub her gently as he pumped her sweet little pussy for all it was worth, her hands were around his neck in a vice grip and he lowered his head to give her a passionate kiss.

"Oh Eric, I love you" she screamed as her orgasm washed over her. It wasn't long until Eric followed her, releasing everything he had into his lovers tight core. He collapsed on her, still inside her, watching as she rode the waves of yet another orgasm.

"I love you too Sookie, you are mine."

"I am. And you are mine Eric Northman," she panted.

"Forever."

"Forever," she repeated. And she meant it, but she couldn't help but wonder what would happen when Eric got his memories back, if he ever did.

"Something troubles you lover, I can feel it," he stroked the hair from her face and moved to lay by her side.

"It's nothing Eric, really," she didn't want to have this conversation now; Sookie wasn't one to ruin the moment.

"Please tell me Sookie, let me help you," he reassured her, he looked attentive and caring and Sookie damned herself for ruining this.

"I'm just scared Eric. What if you get your memories back and never want to see me again? What if you think this is a mistake? You were never like this with me before."

Eric looked upset, like she'd hurt him, or maybe her words had hurt him. "Sookie, if I didn't show you the love you deserve when I had my memories then I was a fool and I don't ever want them back." He was being honest; thanks to their new blood bond Sookie could tell.

"I love you Eric, I'll love you always, with or without your memories," now it was her time for honesty. Over the past few days Sookie had finally realised that her attraction to Eric wasn't purely chemical, it wasn't just because of the minute amount of blood the old Eric had tricked her into drinking, it was real. In his own way she knew he had always cared about her, she just didn't know how deeply until now. The Eric here with her now wasn't some different person, he was just another part of the real Eric, and she knew that now. The sensitive Eric had always been there, on the roof with Godric, in his office saying goodbye to her and then kissing her deeply, his hands gripping onto her hair, the Eric that had plagued her dreams whilst she was still with Bill. Perhaps he had always loved her and just been too afraid to say it, Eric Northman, bad-ass Viking vampire Sherriff of Area 5 would never admit that he had fallen in love with a human. But in many ways he had, the longing glances from across a crowded room, the way his eyes used to bore holes into hers, as if they were searching for something. Yes, he had loved her all along.