A/N: Hey, it's me, Math Princess, remember? I was writing that one story about Sookie and Eric and what if Eric was the first vampire Sookie had ever met? Remember it? I hope so. I promise I haven't forgotten about it.

I'm not going to go into nitty gritty details here about why I haven't been able to write as much the last few weeks but most of it had to do with writer's block, a broken air conditioner (that makes twice this summer), and a 10 year old nephew who hovers too much. Also, tomorrow (Thursday), my husband and I are going to Paris, France! We're so excited - it's our first trip out of the country and like a late honeymoon. We'll be gone almost 2 weeks! I'm taking my laptop and I'm hoping to get some romantic inspiration :-) but, if not, I'll be back to writing when I make it back stateside.

A great big, GIGANTIC thank you to my beta Northwoman, who, even though she is not even at home right now, and is traveling on a BICYCLE across parts of this country, was nice enough to use some of her resting time to get this beta'd. Also, she wrote the handy-dandy summary below since it's been ages since our last installment of Dead and Blonde. Viking kisses for you, NW!

A recap of previous chapters:

Ch 1: Friday - Sookie / Eric meet at Merlotte's

Ch 2: Saturday – Eric comes to her house to introduce himself and make a date for dinner with her & Gran

Ch 3 & 4: Wednesday, dinner at Gran's, first kisses

Ch 5: Friday Eric calls, makes dates for Sunday & Tuesday; Saturday Sookie shops for clothes.

Ch 6: Tuesday night date and 2 trips to 3rd base (woohoo!)

Ch 7: Monday errands, Tuesday night business meeting at Fangtasia; Sookie meets Pam, Bill and Felicia.

Ch 8: Tues night with Eric at hotel; Wed talk with Sam about shifters; Thur/ Fri prep and start of trip to NOLA

Ch 9: Flight to NOLA, shopping and bedtime

Ch 10: Saturday night Meet Sophie-Anne, read Jodee

Chapter 11

Eric's POV

"Help me forget, Eric," Sookie had said, pressing her warm body into mine and teasing my mouth with hers. I might have been able to resist, but then she added that tiny little word, "Please." I was proud of myself for not ravishing her right there. I knew that this, her first time, needed to be something worth remembering.

I meant it with every fiber of my being when I told her it would be my pleasure as I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I set her down on her feet right next to the expansive (even for me) bed, but pulled her mouth back to mine as I reached around to unzip her dress. Pushing my instincts back, I forced myself to pull the zipper down slowly and could almost track the chill that ran down her spine. The darkness in her eyes told me that was definitely not a chill of fear.

She shrugged a little to let the dress off of her shoulders; it slid to the floor in a silky pool. I ran my hands over her body – down her arms, across her back, over her hips – all the while keeping my tongue locked in a duel with hers. She started to moan, little sounds of pleasure, in my mouth as we kissed. Her hands untangled from my hair and dropped to the waistband of my slacks. The heat from her hands on my stomach as she undid my belt, then my fly, was maddening; I suddenly wanted to feel her skin pressed to mine.

I pulled back and stripped at vampire speed; she barely had time to gasp at my absence before my arms were around her again. The black lacy underwear she was wearing contrasted nicely with her tan skin, but I barely took time to appreciate the effect before pulling it off as quickly as possible. She had a whole drawer full of new under things; surely it wouldn't matter if I ripped one or two?

She moaned again when I pressed my whole, naked body to her own. My fangs snapped out at the feeling of my hardness pressed to her warm stomach and I rubbed against her before I could stop myself. She wrapped a hot hand around my length, stroking it up and down, causing a low growl to start in my chest. I gently pushed her toward the bed, and she sat down. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with lust and her lips swollen with our kisses.

I followed her onto the bed, prowling after her as she arranged herself in the middle, forcing myself to clamp down on the instinct to flip her over and fuck her senseless; there would be plenty of time for that later. I was still at her feet when she laid her head back on the pillows and her thighs fell open, the titillating scent of her arousal wafting toward me, teasing my senses with the promise of what was to come. I knew that she was most likely ready for me even now, but I wanted to draw this out a little – there was little hope my resolve would last very long once my cock slid into her – so I started at her toes, mouth and hands together teasing and caressing, my fingers working a little ahead of my lips and tongue.

Sookie giggled a little while I was at her feet, my breath and tongue finding her ticklish spots, but her eyes grew wider the further up I went, and she was finally panting wide-eyed by the time I reached her thighs. I was savoring each moment, burning it into my memory, as she moaned and protested as I reached the juncture of her legs, resolutely ignoring every little place she wanted me the most. The animal in me celebrated our victory when she slung her legs over my shoulders, urging my mouth to her center and cried, "Please, Eric!" Who could help the primal growl that erupted from my chest?

Her eyes locked on mine, pleading for the friction that would give her release. I took my time getting there, licking her inner thighs and teasing the periphery of her wetness with my tongue, until she wound her fingers in my hair and pleaded again, "Eric, I need . . ."

"You need what, my lover?" I asked huskily, my breath teasing the blonde curls before my face.

Her hips strained up toward me and her hands pressed down on my head slightly. "I need you," she paused, pulling in a shallow breath, "to touch me."

I leaned closer and slowly ran my tongue along her most intimate parts; my reward was a breathy moan. I moaned a little myself at the taste of her in my mouth, and began to greedily lap up the juices that were flowing. When I felt her start to tremble, I slid a finger inside her and moved my attention to her clit. She peaked soon after, and as she crashed down she put her hands on my shoulders and started pulling me up.

I began moving further up her body, continuing my exploration with tongue and hands, dipping into her belly button, worrying her nipples between fingers and lips. "Kiss me, Eric," she whispered, brushing my hair off my face. I couldn't resist. I braced my knees between hers, my cock tantalizingly close to her wet heat, and pressed my lips to her rosy mouth. Her hands ran down my sides, coming to rest on my ass with a little squeeze. She returned my kiss feverishly, like she'd never have enough; a sentiment with which I was becoming familiar.

After a few moments, her legs wound around mine and she started to grind her hips on mine. She pulled her face back from mine, gasping. "Make love to me, Eric," she said, her eyes full of desire. "I want to feel you inside me."

Fuck. If there was ever a slight chance of me resisting, it had just expired. I inched closer to her, the head of my dick teasing her entrance while I slid a hand down to see if she was ready. So wet already. Again. "Fuck," I murmured in my long dead language.

She gasped as I began to enter her. I fought the urge to pound into her; sliding in slowly was sweet torture. I let out a low string of curses when she moaned my name as I paused, buried hips to hips. I took a moment to look into her eyes, which were slightly glazed with passion, to make sure I wasn't hurting her; she stretched up to kiss me. "Keep going," she whispered against my cheek. "You feel so good."

I withdrew and thrust back in, not nearly as hard as I wanted. She gasped again and her hips bucked up to meet mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist and arched her back; I settled into a rhythm, savoring the feeling of her tightness right where I'd wanted it ever since I met her.

It wasn't long before her muscles started to throb and convulse around me, she was moaning and crying out my name, her nails digging into my shoulders and her legs pressing around mine. It was amazing and I couldn't remember a time I had been more lost in the reactions of a woman; I watched, enthralled, as her breaths became more shallow and the look on her face went from pleasure to ecstasy. I quickened my pace, feeling my own release sneaking up on me.

My earlier concern for gentleness was long gone as she met each of my increasingly hurried thrusts with vigor. Finally, I could not hold back any longer when she found her release and she came, her fingernails digging into my skin and rolling her head to the side for my bite. I couldn't stop her name falling from my own lips right before I plunged my fangs into her soft, youthful neck, my body contracting and relaxing and my brain empty of everything but the beautiful woman before me and her taste in my mouth.

I slowly disengaged and slid off of her, tucking her in beside me. She smiled and sighed contentedly and then looked up at me through her eyelashes. "Thank you," she says, in the tiniest whisper, placing a light kiss on my chest.

I grin back down at her, waggling my eyebrows. "Oh I am nowhere near finished with you for the night, Sookie Stackhouse," I whisper back, running a hand down her enticingly naked side. She raised her eyebrows as I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

She leaned against the counter as I started the water in the shower and I caught her eyes running up and down my body. There had been so many women (and men) tell me exactly how good-looking they thought I was over the years, I didn't need the reassurance of hearing Sookie explain. However, that doesn't mean I didn't want to hear it. I flexed, grinning. "Satisfied?" I asked, motioning toward my body with my hands.

Sookie walked over, rubbing her hands over my chest, down my sides, then back across my hips to my ass. She squeezed my cheeks appreciatively. "Very satisfied," she said, a playful glint in her eyes as she pressed her body to mine. She pulled my lower body against hers and rubbed herself against me.

Just as I was thinking about how easily she had shed her virginal innocence in favor of a bolder approach, a blush crept across her body. It was even more fetching when I could see all of her skin. She buried her face in my chest, but after a moment looked back up at me and said with a wink, "You know, I thought I'd be more tired after real sex. I guess it's not as much exercise as I thought."

I narrowed my eyes and growled. "I told you, Sookie Stackhouse," I said as I picked her up and put her in the shower, "I am nowhere near finished with you tonight!"

She squealed because the water was not yet warm enough for her tastes and did a funny little dance until it reached a more suitable temperature. I stood back for a minute, watching the water droplets dance across her smooth, tanned skin, admiring the trails and pools that were created. This woman is a beautiful creature.

I was brought out of my reverie when she splashed me with water, the playful look on her face still present. Something inside me was amazed that she found joy in our time together; something else still that I couldn't believe that I did, too. I jumped in the shower after her, pinning her against the wall and tickling her ribs.

Tickling soon turned into more satisfying physical activities; it is a shame to waste a perfectly good shower by not being dirty enough. By the time we got out, her fingertips looked like prunes and she walked like her legs were made from jelly, which made a self-satisfied smirk take up residence on my face. She caught me and started to smile as she crawled up onto the bed.

"Don't you be thinking I'm easy because I gave in, Eric Northman," she said, followed by a yawn.

I laid down beside her, pulling the covers up over us. "I hope you will not be giving in to anyone but me," I said, kissing her gently.

She blushed and shook her head. Her eyes closed of their own accord and she yawned again. She was fading fast, and right before she drifted off a smile reappeared on her lips. She snuggled closer and whispered, "No one but you," which of course made me want to pound my chest like a caveman.

After a while, I had gotten up and checked my messages – answering emails and phone calls about my Area - but right before dawn I wrote Sookie a note and then crawled back into bed with her, wrapping my arms around and tucking my nose in her hair. I laughed a little at myself, because even afterward, as she lay sleeping in my arms, I was a little shocked at Sookie's request. She had practically begged me to ravish her – and I did not disappoint. I smirked, thinking back on the last few hours. Neither had she.

I had wondered if Sophie-Anne would allow me to stay while Sookie interviewed the human captives and was only mildly annoyed when she dismissed me. I knew that there was bound to be some posturing, but did not realize it would push Sookie so far. I was definitely going to be having a discussion with my queen tomorrow, position be damned.

I also needed to talk to Sookie about taking my blood; I was sure that it would make her uncomfortable, but it was a necessity at this point. At least then she would know that I could get to her if she was in trouble. "So she would know?" said a voice in my head. Of course it was only for her; why would I need such reassurance?

Unfortunately, the idea of Sookie drinking my blood got me hard all over again and I looked down at the sleeping angel nestled next to me. I smiled a little to myself and laid my head back on the pillow. Luckily, dawn took me before it could become too much of a nuisance.

What ya think? Lemon-y enough for you? :-) Plot returns next time!

(PS Did you read the D&B Outtake I have on my profile? It's from Hadley's perspective... go give it a peek!)

Lotsa love and Viking dreams,

MP