Eric had arranged for us to be picked up shortly before dawn, and driven to the small Shreveport airport where an Anubis airplane had been hired for ours and Pam's use. While the plane had compartments (one light-tight and full of travel-coffins, the other like a normal passenger plane with windows and seats) we still had to get to sleep fairly soon after arriving to avoid getting weak, and in Eric's case, very grumpy. But that wasn't for a couple more hours, and since we had packed very quickly, we had some time to just relax.

Amelia was in New Orleans with her mother, and Pam was meeting us at the airport. I had cracked open a new book (I was trying to read very English things for our trip to London, and was starting with Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice) and was just getting to the arrogant Mr. Darcy, when a tall blonde man with six-pack abs and an amazing ass walked through the kitchen, stark naked. Goodbye Jane Austen, hello bedroom. I threw down my book- okay, I carefully placed a bookmark in it, and then put it gently beside me on the couch, and in four very fast steps, tackled a naked Eric in the kitchen, bringing us both down to the linoleum floor, his mouth finding my own in record time. His hands started fumbling with the dress I had worn to Merlotte's, it was new, and a wrap dress with a bow on the side, and he'd never had the chance to remove it before. Finally he lost his patience and began to tear it off, and not wanting to lose another dress to his impatience in the bedroom- or kitchen floor, I untied it for him at the side and let him do the honors of fully undressing me. His big, strong hands started unwrapping the dress, his hands making their way across my stomach and back, and he gently pulled me on top of him, and as I straddled his stomach, those hands worked their way up to my breasts, caressing the lacy bra softly, and gently climbing northward, reaching for my shoulders to slip off the dress. The dress fell backward and over his penis, creating a rather large tent behind me, and I stood up slowly, standing over him, and took off that black lacy bra and he settled in to a most observant position with his arms folded and behind his head like a pillow. I took that to mean that he wouldn't be doing much of the work tonight, and I was just fine with that. I tossed the bra onto his chest, and then begun sliding the panties down my legs, very slowly, and making sure he was watching every second of it. I finally stepped out of them, and giving them a little kick with my right foot, the naughty lace black panties found themselves hanging over a lampshade, creating lacy shadows all over the kitchen. I got down on my hands and my knees over Eric, and pressed my lips gently to his. I felt his very adequate penis trembling on my inner thigh, so I reached under me and gave it a little squeeze as I made my way down his neck and chest with kisses. I spent a little extra time on his nipples, first letting my long hair brush over them teasingly, and then offering each one a small bite. Eric let out a soft moan and I looked up at him with a naughty smile to see that his fangs had made an appearance, and I kept heading South on Mr. Northman. He seemed to enjoy it when I brushed his body gently with my hair, and he rocked his hips back to alert me that my attention was needed elsewhere. I scooted downwards, and firmly wrapped my hands around his muscular thighs, and starting at the bottom of his shaft, ran my tongue upwards as he let out another moan. His moan set my fangs into action, and I put as much of him in my mouth as I could, and kept working my tongue as I moved my head up and down, my teeth tracing the shape of his penis as gently as I could. He added a little pelvis motion, and I gripped his thighs more firmly, digging my nails into him and drawing a few drops of blood. This set him over the edge, and he gave a third moan. "Lover, I need you now." He softly demanded, and he sat up quickly, supporting himself with one arm and lowering me on to him with the other arm. I let out a small gasp and he entered me, and he started lifting and dropping his pelvis, slowly, as his lips left trails of kisses starting at my neck and working his way down to my breast, then pulling me closer to him and speeding up his thrusting, returning deeper and deeper each time, I felt his fangs resting on my breast, poised. His lips paused, as if asking permission, which I granted.

"Go for it." I said softly, riding the undulating waves his pelvis was sending upwards, and I felt his fangs sink in to my breast. The penetration was intense, and only added to the pleasure that was taking place between my legs, and I couldn't help but scream out, "Yes!" a few times as Eric drank from my breast. He only took a little of my blood before he slammed me onto the kitchen floor, and pulling one of my legs up beside him as he shifted so that he was now on top of me, he reached in deeper with each thrust until I was screaming "yes! Harder!" for all I was worth. Eric laughed at this and slowed down the thrusting, but speeding up at the second of entry, slamming his penis hard into me. Riding Eric was like riding a very intimate mechanical bull with no clothes on, and I thanked my stars that I didn't have to be sore the next day like I would have before he had turned me. He sensed that I was coming close (for the third time) and pulled me close to him for his final thrusts, and finished us both off at the same time, his orgasm was nearly strong enough to knock me clean off of him. I tried to get my hair put back together in a way that made sense, our little rodeo-session had given me the worst sex-head either of us had ever seen, and I pulled myself off of Eric and we lay down together on the kitchen floor. He had partially resumed his original position on the floor, with one arm arranged behind his head as a pillow, the other inviting me next to him for a kitchen floor cuddle. I accepted that invitation, and lay down next to him, turned towards him with my head in the soft nook of his shoulder. "That was amazing." To be honest, there were no words for the pleasure he had just given me, I'd been shagged speechless.

"I think I can do better next time." He nodded slightly, then turned and kissed me gently on the forehead. "Howabout five minutes from now?"

"Perhaps we should migrate to the bedroom? We wouldn't want someone else to walk in on that- it might be more than they can handle." I joked, and settled back in to the nook. But it was too late. As we lay there, completely naked on my kitchen floor, the front door swung open and Pam's voice preceded her presence in to my kitchen.

"Sookie, what were you planning on wearing tomorrow night oh sweet Jesus." She stopped herself just as she'd turned the corner to see her maker and myself canoodling on the floor. "I'll be in the living room." She said, matter-of-factly, and headed the opposite direction, sitting down where I had been seated only a few minutes before, until I saw Eric wandering around the house naked.

I reached over Eric for the dress that had been abandoned and draped it over myself, trying to hide my newly acquired-bitemarks from Pam and covering all of my other parts that were for Eric's eyes only. Eric just stood up and started walking up the stairs. No modesty, whatsoever. God I loved that man.

I grabbed the bra quickly and held it low and almost behind my back as I went to collect my lamp-shade panties, at which time Pam shot me a menacing glare. "Like you've never had sex on a kitchen floor?" I asked, and jokingly stuck my tongue out at her.

"Not with my maker." She smiled, and picked up my Pride and Prejudice. For all I knew, Pam could have known Jane Austen personally. She was more than excited to be going back to England, she hadn't seen London, her home, since she and Eric had come to America so many years ago. "Go clean up and then come talk to me. You've got Eric's blood on you." She said, looking disapprovingly at my legs.

"Okay. But you should really call next time." I headed up the stairs with my naughty lingerie and a nasty vibe from Pam. I felt instantly better when I opened the door and saw Eric in bed, waiting for me. The black satin sheets contrasted beautifully with his marble-white skin, and my eyes were drawn to the small trail of hair that led from his navel to one of my favorite things. I threw the lingerie in the laundry hamper, and shook my head with a smile.
"Can't you at least wait until Pam leaves?" I said, turning my back to him and untying the dress again in the mirror. I let the dress fall off my shoulders and I turned to walk to the bathroom to have my second shower of the evening, but all 6 foot and 5 inches of Eric and 11 inches of something else was blocking my path.

"I need to have a shower," I told him firmly, but he was already trying to initiate round two with a line of kisses down my neck.

"Then I'll go with you." His lips leaving my skin long enough to mutter one word at a time. I couldn't say no to that, and he picked me up and led me to the shower, which he turned on to a very steamy temperature as we were climbing inside. He grabbed my loofah and began to wash my back, and pressed himself up against me a little more firmly than he had a second ago. He was truly ready for round two, but Pam's presence downstairs was proving to be a bit of a buzzkill. I still managed to have a little fun in the shower with Eric, and despite the super-speed that us vampires have, it still took nearly twenty minutes to get that blood off my leg and get back downstairs to talk to Pam. I left Eric in the bathroom, trying to seduce me with a little towel-dance. "I'll be waiting." He promised.

"Took you long enough." Pam said, disapprovingly as I headed back down the stairs. She had evidently grown bored of Jane Austen and switched over to VQ, or Vampires Quarterly magazine.

"Well I'm sorry, Pam." I caught her glare above the magazine. "I was really planning on doing other things tonight that talk to you about clothes." She threw down the magazine as I plopped down on the loveseat across from her. "What's up?"

"I just thought I'd drop in and make sure we were on the same page as far as what's going on where and when for this conference." I apparently looked a little puzzled, because she went on explaining, "we're arriving the night before the conference starts. Eric and I have agreed that I am taking you out to find something to wear, as nothing you seem to own is overly," she paused taking in my pair of blue jeans and my light, cable-knit sweater, "appropriate. You'll need something nicer for the conference, and something formal for the ball." I tried to not act overly offended by her accusations of my insufficient closet, but I guess it came out anyway.

"Well it's a good thing you're taking me shopping when we get there, Pam. I just don't think I could dress myself without you." I tried to not sound overly satirical, but that was an epic failure on my part.

"Why don't you just go get Eric, I've got to talk to him, too." Pam said, unamused. I was more than happy to leave Pam, if only for a second as I dashed upstairs silently and walked in to find Eric was his back to me, and a small green box in his hand, lost in thought gazing at the open box.

I cleared my throat and heard him snap the box shut and drop it on the floor. "Pam wants to talk to me?" He asked, his back still to me. I didn't need to answer, he already knew. "I'll be down in a minute."

I returned downstairs to the loveseat across from Pam, who had by this time helped herself to a True Blood. I reminded myself to eat something before the limo picked us up, it was going to be a long flight. Eric was down a few seconds later, wearing only blue jeans and a Fangtasia t-shirt. Pam stood up as he entered the living room, and I wondered if I should have done the same.

"Pam." Was all he said.

"I've thoroughly checked out the hotel and mapped out our rooms as well as those of the FBI people. They are bringing 3 people to the conference." At this time, Pam produced three packets of papers, each identical sets of maps, itineraries, and important contact information of seemingly every place in London. The first and top paper was merely a map with red colored pencil circling Pam's room at one corner, the three FBI agent's room down the hall, and Eric's and my suite at the other side of the floor. The second page was a map of the conference hall, including tables marked according to which countries would have undead representatives. There was what appeared to be a hall closet outside the conference room where it was marked that the FBI people would be located for the duration of the conference. The third page began a long list of contact information of major tourist attractions in London, important vampires attending the conference, and all of the other "vampire-friendly" hotels in London. There was one hotel listed with a star next to it.

"What's with this hotel?" I asked, unsure of the asterisk significance.

"Reverend Newlin and his wife checked in there last night, as well as 14 other FOTS members. And I don't think they're going for the food." Pam said, her accent thick.

Eric broke the silence that was growing uncomfortable. "Good work, Pam. We'll be sure to alert the FBI of that and we might have to investigate once we get to London." I must have gone a whole new shade off undead pale, Eric had placed his hand over mine. "You all right?" He asked, trying to not put Pam on alert-mode.

"Yeah," I tried to shake it off. "I just got a weird feeling all of the sudden. I'm going to get something to drink. Do either of you want something?" Pam held up her half-full bottle of True Blood, and I headed off to the kitchen in a slight daze, pulling two glasses out of the cupboard and closing it behind me, haphazardly. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Burgundy Royale, and went to the drawer with the corkscrew, and started to puncture the cork with the corkscrew, but hearing a rustling sound in the bushes underneath the window, I dropped the bottle as I turned towards the window. I jumped up on the counter, trying to find whatever had made the noise, before realizing that the bottle I had just dropped had never hit the floor. I turned slowly to see Pam standing beside me, holding the intact bottle, her index finger pursed to her lips in a gesture demanding silence, as Eric ducked out of the back door soundlessly. Within two seconds, Pam and I heard a yelping noise, like a trapped puppy, come from underneath the window, and then we saw Eric pull up a leather-clad woman by her greasy blonde hair, and the light of a full moon showed her pale face.

"Malia." I gasped, and Pam understood instantly. "She followed you here." I turned to Pam. I had no idea how I knew this, but Malia, the creature from the FBI had been watching Pam and had followed her to my house.

"Let me take care of this." Pam said, and she gracefully headed out the front door, looking like she was leaving for a PTA meeting instead of a meeting with a monster.

Dawn was only an hour and a half away at this point in time, and Eric came in with a truly furious look on his face. I went over to him, and wrapped my arms around him, and buried my face in his chest. "Eric," I began, but didn't know what else to say.

"Go upstairs," he demanded. "I'll be up in a second."

Not knowing what else to do, I did just that. I had finished packing already, taking a bag of makeup, a few naughty nightgowns, and a spare suitcase for my overseas purchases, so I just sat on the bed and waited. I heard that same yelping sound again from the front yard, and then Eric yelling at the creature Malia, demanding to know why she had been following Pam, but Malia was unable to answer. Malia had been forbidden to speak.

I took this opportunity to climb over to Eric's side of the bed, but found the floor next to it empty. No green box for Sookie.