A/N: Ehrmegerd you guys, where to start? I didn't have A/N's on the last two chapters and then I went over a week without posting. What can I say? I'm an ass. Between holiday shenanigans and trying many times to get a chapter out, then deleting it because it sucked...here we are. I wasn't happy with how I was portraying their first time, so kept scrapping it. So, I figured I'd give you what I do have, just to make up for the wait. Oh, and I will get another chappy out by the end of the weekend. For sure. So, hope you all had a very nice holiday. It's all about diet time for me, now. Fatty fat fat can't fit in any of her jeans, so yeah, that's gonna be a thing. Okay, love you all, thanks for the adds and comments, etc., they make me smile (and a little gassy, too, if I'm being honest). Oh, anyone seen the new cover art for the last SVM book? Interesting...Speaking of, I own nothing-CH owns it all. Dammit, I want some Dove dark chocolate/peppermint sooo bad.

Ch. 15

"Now who's the tease?"

"You like it."

"Maaaybe..." I winked it at him as he helped me into my side of the car.

"Sookie, if you wink at me in public again, I will fuck you where you stand." He leaned in and nipped at my neck.

He slid into the driver's seat and we were off. The whole way there, he held my hand, showing me how to shift gears and when. I had told him at dinner that I didn't know how to drive a stick and he promised to teach me. I'm not sure how much I learned since, in between shifting he was massaging my hand in distracting ways. I watched the civilization get more and more sparse the longer we drove.

"Still no hints, huh?"

"Nope. We're almost there. Here" he opened the sun roof "look out at the stars."

I leaned my seat back, still holding his hand, and enjoyed the view. The air had even cooled a few degrees. I practiced my calming breaths and heard his barely audible sigh. I smiled and looked at him to find he was already looking at me with a smile in his eyes. I had forgotten my ability to influence him. "I forgot. You okay with that?"

"I am more than okay with that. I was already more content than I have been in a long time, but when you do that, it feels like the warmth of the sun embracing me."

"Awww..."

"Hush, we're here."

I felt the car slow, so put my seat up. It was too dark to see much, other than lots and lots of trees. It had the smell of deep woods.

"Bringing me somewhere deep in the forest to kidnap me and make me your prisoner?"

He came around to my side and opened my door. "If only you didn't have the annoying ability to pop away." His eyes got big, "Hey, if I built a lead room..." he

"Like you would need that to keep me here." As soon as I saw his eyebrows shoot up in surprise and delight, I realized I had intended that thought to stay in my head. I blushed, "Erm..."

He pressed against me and I leaned back on the car. "I will keep that in mind. Should we revisit this topic in a few hours, after you've experienced my...hospitality?"

Gulp. He didn't give me a chance to answer. Lightly grabbing my chin, he nibbled little kisses on my lips. I reached my hands up to grab the back of his neck, entwining my fingers in his hair and pulling him in for a real kiss. His arms slid up my sides, then around to my back and my bottom, pulling me into him. And the ginormous bulge between his legs. Yum.

My legs immediately wanted to wrap around his waist, but couldn't because of the dress, so I groaned in frustration. He broke our kiss to look at me. His eyes burned into me and he let his fangs slowly slide down. I would have to revisit later, why that always thrilled me.

"What's the matter, Sookie? Impatient for something?" My response was to lean in and run my tongue under the tip of one fang, to which he groaned. Before I could continue the same treatment on the other one, I found myself in the air. I half laughed, half gasped at him, holding on for dear life. He took me up and over the tree line. The moon was large, a just rising, waxing crescent and reflected onto a large river. The stars were very bright as well, the way they are when there's little bright light below to wash them out. It reminded me of Faery. "Do you like it?"

"It's lovely."

"I ordered it just for you."

"Oh brother, that old line?"

He looked mock offended. Before he could say anything, I squeezed myself into him even more and nuzzled his neck, "It's perfect."

We must have floated down because I felt firm ground under my feet. We were on the deck of a log cabin. Well, it had the appearance of one. "Wow."

The deck went out on to the lake. "Do you like it? I come here sometimes, to get away from the city." We walked to a quaint but very accommodating porch. As he entered an involved security code, I looked around as much as I could. The house looked modern, but was given the appearance of a rustic log cabin. The wall facing the lake was a wall of windows, floor to roof, though I couldn't see inside.

"I can see why. It's a vacation home barely thirty minutes from the city. This is gorgeous."

"I'm glad you like it." The door opened and we stepped in. He lead me by my arm in the darkness, until he flipped a switch on the wall. The interior oozed nothing but luxury and comfort. The floor to ceiling windows I saw, had a solid wood shutter over them. Noticing my stare, he flipped another switch; the shutters unsealed and slid open, revealing the same view we had from the deck. For Louisiana, this was pretty damn nice. Like something you would see in Aspen.

"Are they light tight?"

"Yes. Though I don't often wander around up here before the sun sets. It's just an extra measure of protection. They automatically shut as I set them for sunrise, depending on the season." He lead me around and showed me the entire place and was very descriptive, like a realtor, I laughed to myself. It had a loft bedroom and wide open bottom floor plan. The bedroom was very simple and homey, yet sensually tactile. The bed was made of solid wood-maybe oak, and gave off a lovely smell. It had several layers of blankets on it, the last being a fur pelt. When I sat on the bed to try it out, I felt myself sink into it-it was heaven. It took every bit of restraint I had not to lay down on and allow myself to get lost in it. With him, of course. He must have sensed my emotions, because he gave me a lazy, sexy smile I wanted to kiss right off his face. "Comfortable?"

"Very. Would you mind if I move in?"

"I would like that." We eyeballed each other for a moment longer before he offered me his hand and led me downstairs to the oversized couch in front of the fireplace. It was red brick and dominated the entire house. I loved it. It was just so cozy. There was every amenity, yet all I wanted to do was sit in front of the fireplace and read a book. After the tour, I sat on the couch, while he started a fire. I laughed softly, "Every modern convenience and you opted out of a gas fireplace?"

He gave me a boyish grin,"I like keeping in touch with the old ways. Don't let my spoiled exterior fool you. I'm still a Viking at heart."

"Hence the rug?" I wrinkled my nose at the bear skin rug. I hated the thought of animals killed for sport. At least the pelt upstairs didn't have a face.

"I shot that myself." He said with pride. "It was a century ago. And rest assured, the Inuit family that received the rest of it's carcass put it to good use." That made it a little better, I suppose. "And before central heating and air, we actually used these to keep warm." He spread out on it and made the come hither finger gesture. I laughed. "Come, try it out."

I got on the floor and edged over to him on my knees. I made my eyes big and round, "Tell me more about the old country, Grandpapa" I sassed.

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him, me on top of him, in a very ungrandfatherly way. "It seems to me, young lady, that your 'grandpapa' should have taught you to respect your elders." We were nose to nose and he had one arm like a vice around my waist and the other behind my neck, gently holding me to him. I opted to not say anything in response, for once; rather just to enjoy staring into his ocean blue eyes. Keeping my eyes open to watch him, I leaned in for a kiss. Judging from the look in his eyes (he kept his open, too), he liked that.

I nibbled at his lower lip, then slipped my tongue in to tease his. He allowed me to lead the kiss, as I suckled and swirled my tongue around his, gaining more confidence by the second, judging from the passion in his eyes and the hard bulge pressed against my stomach. I deepened the kiss, grabbing his face, my breathing sped up and my eyes involuntarily closed. I hiked my dress up, so I could bring my legs on either side, to straddle him. The second I felt his bulge against me, separated only by a thin wisp of silk and his pants, I moaned and ground into him. When I did that, I shifted a little and my tongue scraped his fang. Apparently, a little blood was drawn from the small scratch, because he groaned and suddenly flipped me. I was now on my back and he was between my legs. Again involuntarily, my legs wrapped around his waist and I gasped at the feeling of the new position. Mentally, I marveled again at how my body just took over, without me even having to think. I mimicked his position earlier, one arm around his waist and one on the back of his neck, pulling him into me. He was rocking his hips back and forth, pushing his bulge into my sensitive center and suckling my tongue, to get the last droplets of blood before the cut sealed. I wanted to cut it again, for all the pleasure it gave us both, but part of me wanted him to hold out for the blood I wanted to give him tonight. I knew it was dangerous, but I trusted him. Completely. It wasn't smart, and I could think a list of people a mile long who would probably want to slap the stupid right out of me, but I did. When it healed, he pulled back to look down at me. From his spot between my legs. His hair was disheveled sexily, his eyes were burning into me, clouded with lust, his fangs peeking out past his lips, still shiny from our kiss. Oh my. My breath hitched. I wanted him right then and there, more than anything in my entire life. What little bit of occasional nervousness I may have been feeling was now completely gone. I slipped my hands in at his collar to caress the base of his neck, then slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

"How did we end up with so many clothes on?" I looked up at him innocently and he gave me that ten thousand watt smile of his.

"I think it was your idea, wasn't it?"

I watched him, watch me unbutton him. When I got down to the last button, I couldn't look at his eyes any longer. My attention was now completely taken by his semi-naked chest. I must have looked like someone who has found buried treasure. I sat upright, to get closer to it and he sat back on his haunches to accommodate me. I slipped my hands inside his opened shirt, running my palms over his skin, his muscles, his nipples. Not close enough. I pulled my legs out from under him and sat on them to get even closer. I leaned in and took in his scent. It was intoxicating-very natural, woodsy and salty, like the ocean, and very him. Between his scent and the smoothness of his skin, the roughness of his hair in contrast; I had to taste him. I slid the shirt off his shoulders and took him all in. Because it was easiest to reach, I kissed his collarbone first. Then ran my tongue lightly over it and heard him sharply suck in and take an unnecessary breath. I ran my fingers through the chest hair and I heard him make a little noise. When I looked up at him, he was watching me, his eyes intense, a deep blue and his mouth in the most slight of devilish grins.

"What?"

"Just enjoying the agony."

"Oh. Is this okay?" I continued running my fingers through the hair, then down to the more sparse trail down his stomach. His eyes rolled back just a little.

"Yes, Sookie. It is more than okay. It's the sweetest torture I've ever experienced."

Satisfied with that answer, I returned back to my treasure chest. I slid my hands over his broad shoulders, placing a string of kisses along his pectoral muscles. When I sat back from that, I realized I was eye level with his neck. Again, gently nuzzling his collarbone, I nipped a trail up his neck. He crushed me into him and while he did so, unzipped my dress. I wasn't ready to stop yet so continued my assault on his neck and his moans made it very clear he was enjoying it. Made me wonder how much he would enjoy me really biting him. So I bit him right at the juncture of his shoulder and neck.

Before I could take my next breath, I found myself on my stomach, face down into the bear skin rug and a very large, very aroused vampire on top of me. "Sookie, be careful. You play with fire when you bite me." He growled in my ear as he was nibbling the back of my neck. "While I would love nothing more than to feel those sexy little blunt teeth of yours bite into me, I fear what little control I have over myself right now, while you...tease, will be gone completely, if you continue." He had pulled my hair aside to clear a path for his nibbling, and was tugging it, just slightly, but enough to make me feel the heat immediately shoot between my legs. Add to that the fact that his bulge was now pressing against my backside and he was doing that hip rocking thing. I felt it right in the pit of my stomach and my nerve center. I wasn't sure if it was possible, but I felt I might come right then.

Panting, "Eric. Dress. Off."

In a maneuver that rivaled a magicians' tablecloth trick, he had it off me in a heartbeat. I felt his lips laying kisses on my ankles, on the backs of my calves, he paid special attention to the crux of my knees, running his tongue along the backs, which tickled a little. Before I could protest too much, he had already licked a trail up the backs of my thighs and I held my breath. It tickled and felt incredible at the same time. Grabbing my rear, he squeezed and massaged it, eliciting a low groan from me. He skipped over my bottom and started on my lower back with his lips and tongue. I almost came undone when he licked and kissed across the dimples in my back. I mewled, my face in the rug and he groaned.

"Sookie, you are going to be the death of me."

I turned my head, so my cheek lay against the rug, "What did I do? I'm just enjoying."

"Exactly. It's listening to you 'enjoy' that's killing me."

"Okay, I'll try to be more quiet." I huskily joked.

"No!" He flipped me over on my back and put his nose to mine. "Don't ever restrain yourself with me."

I wrapped my legs around his waist again, and my arms I draped behind his neck. "I'm not sure I could if I wanted to. Eric, I feel so...crazy when we're like this. I mean good crazy, but I have no control-my mind turns off and my body just takes over. Is that normal?"

He smiled, "It is. But for the record, I feel the same." He sat back, bringing me with him up from the floor. "Shall we go upstairs?" I blushed "It would be a little more comfortable than the floor. Though if you prefer it, we can stay here."

"No, I would like to try out the bed" I giggled. He started to stand, but I stopped him. "Can I take us?"

"How do you mean?"

"Pop us up there. I've wanted to try with someone who is not a fairy and it's just a small distance. Have you ever been teleported somewhere before?"

"Never." He had a cautious, but excited gleam. "You're sure it's safe? We won't end up joined at the hip, like conjoined twins?"

I laughed and touched his cheek, "No, I'm confident I can pull it off without a hitch, if I can get us up there. The worst that can happen is we won't go, or just I will go and you will be left here." I unwrapped my legs and stood up and he followed suit. "Ready?"

He nodded and I grabbed his hand. I concentrated, allowing my magic to fully build up and course through my body, through my arm, into him, into both of us. He looked at me in astonishment as he felt the power. I closed my eyes and visualized the bedroom. I felt the usual pulling and then the 'pop', though it was harder than usual, as we arrived at our destination-right smack in the center of the bad.

He opened his eyes and looked around in amazement. Then a strange look overtook him and his grip on my hand tightened. A lot.

"Ouch." I looked at him in alarm. His whole body was tensed, his pupils fully dilated.

He grit out, between clenched fangs, "Sookie. I think the teleportation enhanced your fairy smell. I am losing control. I do not want to harm you. You need to run-no! Pop out of here, now!"