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"No, no, no. Sweetheart." Bill said, stepping behind Sookie and putting his hands over hers on the club shaft. "This is a putt. It's a much softer stroke than the drive you just hit. Quite well, I might add." He noted, taking in the dark look Sookie cast him.

"Here, watch me." Stepping back from the television, he took the club, letting it swing like a pendulum for a moment before striking the ball. It rolled effortlessly into the cup with a satisfying clunk.

"I hate you." Sookie said, flopping down on the couch dejectedly.

"Come on. Try again. Your drive was beautiful." She stared at him in disbelief. "Really, it was." He held out a hand to her.

"Alright." She grasped his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

Sookie took the club and positioned herself. She took a practice swing, then moved forward and struck the ball. It rolled past the cup and off of the green, tumbling into a nearby sandtrap. "I hate golf!" She exclaimed. She dropped the club to the floor.

Bill wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "That's better than hating me."

"But you're so much better than me." Sookie pouted.

"I've had lots of practice." Bill reminded her. "Many lonely nights. Before I met you." He nuzzled her neck.

She smiled and kissed him. "Then I should get some free practice time. It's only fair."

"You may come over anytime during the day and practice." Bill said. "You have a key, remember. My Wii is your Wii."

Sookie laughed. "Why can't I practice now?"

"I have plans for now." Taking her face in his hands he kissed her. Her lips parted, giving his tongue access. He teased her, touching her tongue with his and pulling back until she stood on tiptoe to get better leverage. "Sookie tell me what you want." He said, his voice a husky rasp.

She blushed, a sweet pink flush that spread from her cheeks down to her cleavage. "You." She whispered. "Oh Bill, I want you."

"Happy to oblige, madam." He scooped her up in his arms and headed for the stairs, her mouth hot on his. His keen hearing picked up the trilling of the cell phone he had stashed in his jacket pocket earlier, but he ignored it again.

In the bedroom, he lay her on the bed and stepped back, shucking his shirt over his head and dropping his pants. Sookie gazed up at him, a seductive smile on her face, holding out her arms. Bill felt an unspeakable, irresistible need to be inside her now. Taking no caution, with no preliminaries, he literally ripped her clothes off and entered her roughly. Rather than pulling away or resisting, Sookie responded in kind, shoving her hips up to welcome him as her teeth nipped at his neck. Thrusting again and again he pounded her with his full length. He took to her breast, biting and sucking greedily. The friction and his feeding brought her quickly to her climax and she contracted around him again and again, calling his name and tightening her thighs around his waist.

Bill turned his head, afraid he might have taken too much and weakened her. But Sookie's hands pulled him to her and her mouth found his. This was heaven. He continued moving inside her, his own completion seemingly just beyond his reach. Her tongue sought his, her hands stroked his back. Effortlessly, he rolled them both over so that she was on top. He bit a second time, unable to deny himself the sweet hot elixir of her blood. She moved, shifting her weight, pressing against him at the perfect angle until he exploded.

Sookie collapsed on top of him, her breath coming in little gasps. She kissed his neck, his cheek, his mouth. She started to raise up, then fell back against him. "Oh." She said. "I feel...woozie."

He was right. He had taken to much. She was weakened. How could he have been so stupid?

"Sookie." He whispered. "I am sorry. I'm afraid I took too much of your blood. You should take some of mine. To replenish." Her weight was heavy on him. She could barely move.

"No. I don't want to." She murmured.

"Don't be afraid, Darling." He said softly. "It will make you feel better."

"How?"

"Here." He brought her mouth to his neck. "Bite."

She turned her head away. "Bill, I can't."

"Sookie." He growled. They had never parted, and he felt himself harden inside her. "Just like before. You do it all the time, just bite harder." He moved and she moaned against his skin. "Do it. Sookie. Do it. Now." Bill was shocked at how much he wanted this. Giving her his blood the first time had been a necessity. She was dying. He hadn't thought about how it would feel or what it would mean. He had offered again when Rene's beating had left her bruised and sore, but she had refused. This time all of his senses were alive and wired to hers. Just when he thought she would refuse again, she bit. Hard. A hot burst of pure pleasure washed over him, unlike anything he had ever felt. She suckled, and with every pulse he thrust deeper. He felt her respond, her body moving in time with his, hard nipples brushing his chest. She gasped then, and released his neck.

"My God." Sookie breathed. "You taste...."

He silenced her with his mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. They came at the same moment.