AN: A short one, but I think most of you will enjoy it. *winkwink*
All mistakes are mine, unlike the characters.

Now was the time I was wishing I could simply pop to another location –my place, to be exact. My frustration that had been building in me for months, was now so close to a release. Sookie sat next to me in my car, her cheeks red and her hair messy from my roaming hands, biting her bottom lip. Did she want me to crash the car? If she did desire to do so, she had to keep this up. My body was itching to launch itself at her, claiming her as mine in every position I knew. My hands were gripping the steering wheel, in a desperate attempt to keep them to myself. It worked. Damn.

Sookie pulling away from our kiss, was in the end a smart thing to do. I hadn't been able to see it for a couple of seconds, but her reasoning made sense. Papparazzi often snooped around, trying to get in through a back door or emergency exit and considering we were dry-humping eachother crazy next to one, we had to stop before things could go wrong. I would've probably ended up taking her right there against the wall, I was aching that badly to just have her. But the good thing was; I had. She was in my car, and soon in my apartment, after that in my bed. That is if things would go as planned. But I wasn't going to let anything stop me. I gave Sookie a glance. Her head quickly directed itself to watch out the window, like she wasn't staring at me a second ago and her trademark blush krept over her chest. Too bad it wasn't the same colour of her dress, but it still made me smirk to know I affected her this much.

"You should watch the road." She teased, knowing I now was the one observing her. Still, she had a point, so I directed my eyes back on the road. Sookie giggled, and shifted, unbuckling her seatbelt as she did. My eyebrow arched in suspicion.

"What are you doing?"

Sookie giggled again, and placed her hand on my knee, letting it slowly travel up my jeanclad thigh. I gripped the steering wheel even tighter, causing my knuckles to whiten. When she let her hand run over my now very hard erection my hips jerked up.

"Shit. Sookie if you don't stop now," I had to stop and regain my composure, her lips had found my neck and were now placing wet kisses along my jawline, "if you don't stop now, I won't be able to make it to my place and I'll have to take you right here in my car."

I hated that my voice sounded strained, and powerless. Sookie did listen, and blushed again when she sat back in her seat.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." She stammered, like she had something to be ashamed off. She really had no clue that she drove me to the line where I would lose my mind.

"Hey," I grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it, "don't be shy. I just don't want us to do this in a car. You deserve better. Plus, I don't want to be like a thirteen year-old boy and come in my pants."

She looked a little taken back by my honesty, but a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Her thumb carressed my hand, a small gesture, a gesture I used to hate. This level of intimacy was new to me, and we had barely been intimate. That's just to show how little I know about relationships, and dating for that matter. But I wanted to do this; for Sookie. The whole 'being in a relationship' didn't scare me at all, the thing that scared me was I wouldn't be enough. That I would be a terrible boyfriend, and a dissappointment.

No time to worry about that now. I drove into the neighbourhood, the tension in the car growing thicker and thicker, to finally enter my driveway.

Sookie was almost quicker to exit the car than I was, and together we walked in high speed to the front door. You should try to shove a key into a keyhole, while at the same time kissing someone who was pressed up against the door. It proved to be more difficult than I thought. We stumbled into the hall, a mess of tangled limbs and gasping breaths.

"Bedroom." Sookie whispered against my lips. That could be arranged.

With her arms still around my neck, her legs locked around my waist and her mouth busy nibbling on my neck I managed not to trip on the stairs and make it to the bedroom without breaking any bones. Now it was time to turn the tables, Sookie had been driving me crazy all night and now it was time for payback.

She let out a shriek when I tossed her on the bed and without giving her time I jumped on her, my hands resting next to her head, my body hovering over her.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about this." I mumbled against the soft skin of her neck, biting down softly. Sookie's moan went straight to my crotch.

"There's no need for that anymore. I'm here now." Her tone was playful, but I took the statement seriously. I seazed the attack on her neck and locked her eyes with mine.

"Yes you are."

We stared at eachother for a little longer. Never in my life had I experienced such intense eyecontact. My eyes drifted down, taking in every inch of her face and neck. My mouth followed eagerly. My hands worked on the zipper of her dress, pulling it down and uncovering the lace bra that was underneath. That bra was the next thing to go, and my mouth took it's time to pay my new best friends all the attention they needed. Sookie pulled my head up, kissing me. Then her hands bussied themselves with unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled it off, and started working on the button of my pants.

It didn't take long before we were both just in our underpants, Sookie's body locked under mine with our hips moving together, driven by an insane need to claim eachother. I glanced at her while my mouth made it's way down south, kissing and licking every part of skin within it's reach. Sookie's eyes followed my movements, a shade of lust within them.

"God Eric, just do it." She groaned when I lingered laying kisses on the inside of her thighs. It felt good that now I was the one driving her insane. I hooked my fingers around the edge of her underwear, and was about to pull it down, but our bubble popped. And how.

Sookie's mobile phone went off, blasting Vampire Weekend's Cousins through the bedroom. Whatever mood we had created, vaporated into the air. Sookie groaned and cursed softly, which made me chuckle, she had the mouth of a sailor. With a sigh I moved to the edge of my bed, letting my elbows rest on my knees. Sookie had covered herself with my shirt, a thing she had to make a habit off.

"Hey Amelia." Hello cockblock.

"No I'm fine." She nodded a couple of times. "No. It's okay. I'll meet you at the appartment ok? Right. See you later."

The conversation ended there. Sookie immediately grabbed her clothes and pulled them on, which wasn't the plan.

"She's having a tough time... I can't stay." Her eyes were directed at the floor, evading my pleading eyes. "And.. maybe we shouldn't do this. We weren't thinking, at least I wasn't. Nothing good can come from this. Let's pretend this never happened. Goodnight."

That statement felt like a bucket of ice cold water, thrown over me. And then 5 more. We were on the verge of 'being intimate', got cockblocked and now she was backing out. Sookie has to be playing some kind of sick game. I admitted that I liked her, and for a very long time, and it looked to me she felt the same way. Clearly that's not the case.

The frontdoor slamming shut was the sound that pulled me from my shocked state. Sookie has left the building, and this time I wouldn't be running after her. Pretending the last hour hadn't happened might the the best thing we could do. She did have a point, nothing good can come from this. It still sucked though. Sookie had been on my bed, we had kissed and dry humped like teenagers. The sheets smelled of her, and so would my shirt. I wanted to wash it right away, because Sookie wasn't allowed in my thoughts anymore, how hard it would be. After searching my whole room, without succes, it dawned on me. Sookie took my shirt with her. Telling me that we couldn't be, but taking my shirt as a token or whatever. Things weren't over, we just had to take it slow. Sookie will yield to me, sooner or later.