A/N: Hellurh my love bunnies. Okay, so here is the much awaited chapter. Sorry it didn't get posted sooner but life happened. Believe me, I do hate it when I can't get chapters out quickly. I wish I didn't have to work, clean up the house and do all the other boring shit that is not working on this story. So, I won't wax on like a fruit basket, as I usually do. Next stop, Lemon Train. Actually. scratch that. It's all out Fuck Town up in here. Yay! Enjoy and let me know if I should keep with lots of lemons or lots of plot. If it's 50/50, I guess I'll try to do both. Hmm...Anyplow, I own none of these characters, I have no beta, blah blah.

Ch. 17

A shower? Gulp. Not sure why, but that intimidated me. That was so...personal and...well lit. Okay, you just fought off a fairy-drunk vampire. And had an orgasm from a dry hump. Suck it up. He's made it extremely obvious he wants you, so there's no reason to feel self-conscious. Deal with this. By the time I finished my mental pep talk, we were in the bathroom. He set me down and offered me a hair clip, which I thought was sweet. He turned to start the water and adjust the lighting to a dimmer, more ambient setting. I wasn't sure if he was just used to sexing up a lot of girls in the bathroom or if he knew I would be nervous.

When that was done, he turned back to me. I turned to the mirror quickly and twisted it up, knowing it would still probably get wet, but maybe not soaked. I turned back to him and in one swift movement, his clothing was gone. Guh- Do I look or not? I looked. He stood in front of me, in his naked glory, unashamed, fully erect, all six thousand inches of him. I let my gaze focus on his entire body, not just the holy grail. He was well sculpted all over. While his height made me think his limbs would be towards the lean side, they were actually thickly muscled. His thighs, chest and arms were solid, presumably from his life long ago, wielding axes and hoisting masts and it suited him. And me. I wanted to kiss, lick and bite every inch of his skin. I ran a hand across his chest, then his shoulder and trailed down his arm. He grabbed my hand as it got to his and brought it to his lips to kiss the back. He looked at me over the top of my hand and I felt that old familiar (at least when it came to him) clench down below.

"This is the first time I have been able to look at you, completely, almost naked. Though, for some unknown reason, you still have a few articles on, it's a wonderful start. May I help you undress?"

I nodded, suddenly shy again, even though I had been eyefucking him pretty good, mere seconds ago.

He stepped closer, leaned in and kissed my neck very softly. He slid both his hands up my arms, around my shoulders, one went behind my neck and rubbed the base lightly, the other unsnapped my bra closure. He slid the straps off, down my arms, his lips never losing contact with my skin. Once I was free of the bra, I brought my arms around to pull him closer into me, none of this inches away bullshit. He kissed my shoulders, my collarbone, then held my chin and gave me what was at first a gentle kiss, but quickly evolved to a deeper, more heated one.

I was simultaneously appreciative and frustrated he didn't immediately pay homage to my boobs the second he got my bra off. We tongued and teased each other for a few moments. As my breathing got heavier, he broke away and I felt empty. I must have made some kind of noise in protest, since he gave me THAT smile, the one that made me want to fuck the bones out of him. His breaking of the kiss was soon forgiven, as he kissed a trail downward-the notch at the base of my neck, my chest, in between my breasts, as his hands came up to palm them. I watched, enraptured, as he began caressing them, running his palm over my hard nipples. He kissed the tops of each one, then a chaste kiss to my nipples. Well that was disappointing.

He looked back up at me with THE look again. Ah, okay, this was just a sampler. He knelt down on his knees in front of me. He continued laying a kiss at the top of my stomach, at my navel, along the entire border of my panties. Uhhmm, it was now suddenly very warm. He slid his fingers into the hips of my panties, which would now forever be known as my lucky panties and ever. so. slowly. painfully. slowly. worked them down. He was kissing a trail along the skin he uncovered, but avoiding my center, until they were around my ankles and I kicked them off impatiently. I wanted more than heated looks and chaste kisses. He seemed to sense my thoughts, as he looked up at me, his chin resting right above my mound. I could tell he wanted the same, but was making himself go slow.

I put my hands on his shoulders and smiled down at him in understanding. He stood up and took me in. I tried not to blush and fidget as he took his time, his gaze slowly working it's way up, paying equal attention to all of me. When his eyes finally met mine, he had an awed look on his face. "Sookie...men have waged war for beauty like yours. Your body is so completely perfect and feminine and beautiful. And mine." Usually my hackles went up when I heard that kind of talk, but for this moment, it seemed right. And I hadn't I been calling him 'my Eric' all night?

"Thank you", I smoothed a stray piece of hair behind his ear. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulled me flush against him and stepped us into the shower. I looked around in awe. How had he neglected to show me this on the tour, I did not know. Maybe he had planned on us ending up here one way or another so wanted this as a surprise. It had the rainfall shower head and side sprayer/massagers. The whole thing was tile and it had a little built-in bench, which also had it's own sprayer. The floor tiles were already warmed. Yum, heated tile. Of course he had a luxurious state of the art shower, but who was complaining.

I looked up at him and he was watching my reaction with amusement.

"Like it?" he squeezed my waist.

"A little," leaning my head onto his chest while a sprayer worked a pattern onto my back. "Heaven is more like it." I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, he was rubbing my back with a soaped up bath puff. He somehow managed to make it feel like a sensual massage. I think I was almost purring. Once he scrubbed as far as he could reach with his hands, given our position, "Turn please." I did as I was told.

He knelt down and finished my lower legs, "Turn again please." I did but started getting that slightly embarrassed feeling again. I felt so exposed-I was naked and he was mere inches from my body. All of it.

Back on his haunches, he started on my feet, scrubbing, getting each toe and I couldn't stifle a giggle. He looked up at me, innocently, but continued the torture a few minutes longer till I was dancing around trying to hide my feet from him. "Okay, I'll stop." If he was trying to ease any nervousness, it had worked. Continuing up my legs to my girly bits-he delicately bathed the top of my mound, went between my thighs, rubbing the soap there, but never going further, never penetrating. I felt a little disappointed, but figured he had a plan. He kept rubbing his soapy fingers in the crux of my thighs, between them, to the very delicate part, where my legs meet my hootch. Watching him from above was almost as pleasurable as the sensation he was giving me because it looked like he was penetrating me with his fingers. He may not have been directly touching there but it sure felt like it. And the look on his face...gulp...If he could have devoured me with his eyes, he would have. Apparently he caught scent of my arousal because his nostrils flared. That was inevitable. My eyes slid shut and my head lolled back and a strange noise came from my throat. But before I could analyze it too much, the feeling he was making was gone. I felt empty when his fingers left that spot and moved on. He soaped up my hips and belly, until he got to my breasts. My head still back, my eyes popped open and I looked down at him. He was very intently looking at them. Sitting up on his knees, he was now eye level with them. Instead of continuing with the puff, he squeezed some soap into his palm and lathered them up.

Palming them, he let the heels of his palms slide over my nipples and the feeling shot right to my center. I grabbed his arms for support and possibly to keep him there. He ran his huge hands around their entirety, making massaging circles and occasionally stroking my hardened nipples. I watched him, simultaneously enjoying his ministrations, yet wishing the shower was over and we were in bed. He repeated the process a few times, just enough to get me even more hot and bothered. His nostrils flared again. Sadly, I thought for both of us, he moved upwards with his hands. Standing he worked my chest and neck with his soapy hands. He massaged my shoulders and neck until I thought I might turn into jelly. When he was done, he pushed me back a bit to rinse off. I was now tainted for regular showers and I told him so. He laughed heartily and pulled me in for a hug.

I felt the Viking Junior up against my belly and got a devilish smile on my face. "My turn!" He gave me a sideways look, probably wondering what I was up to. I grabbed the body poof and soaped it up. "Turn." I bossed him and he did. I started on his back, his shoulders. I spent the proper amount of time there, though the whole time I was staring in anticipation at his delicious butt. When I finally got to his lower back, I dropped the puff and switched to my soapy hands. Running my hands over those yummy bottom cheeks, I squeezed/massaged them like they were my own personal toys. He must have enjoyed it because he leaned forward to put his hands up against the wall of the shower.

I let my fingers slide under his bottom, and in between his legs. I massaged the very tops of his thighs, then ran my thumbs up in between to just barely brush against his balls. When I did that, he jumped just a little, so of course I repeated it several times, "accidentally" letting the back of a soapy finger graze across the skin. I ran my nails down the backs of his thighs and I heard a strangled moan come from him. I felt kind of empowered. Grabbing the poof, I cleaned a path down his lower legs, to his feet. "Turn." I didn't look up at him yet, I was saving it. Scrubbing his feet, he wasn't ticklish there, I found out. I slowly made my way up his legs, taking way too long on his knees, just to draw it out. When I finished with those, I mimicked his action by lathering my hands. I made a silent wish that I would do this right and please him. I slowly worked my hands up his muscled legs, I avoided looking at his glorious man sword. When he had properly lathered thighs, I took a deep breath and looked. So close, so erect and powerful, so shiny from the water, so perfect. I couldn't stop myself, I leaned forward kissed the tip and it jumped. I looked up at Eric looking down at me, eyes black from dilated pupils, fangs down-which the sight of, now gave me a little jolt in my core and I figured I was doing something right. I kissed a little trail down the base to his balls, which for some reason I felt compelled to nuzzle with my lips, so I did. It must have been the right thing to do, since he grabbed the back of my head. He didn't pull me forward or trap me there, so I kissed my way back up to the tip. Yeah, empowering.

I let my soapy hands swoop in and "clean" him thoroughly. I palmed his soaped up balls in one hand while I slid up and down his shaft with the other. I could feel him get harder and thicker as I repeated those actions a few times, which turned me on even more, as well as the grunts and groans he was making. I wanted to look him in the eyes, so stood up and continued stroking and pulling him. His eyes locked onto mine for a few seconds, then slid down to watch my hands giving him pleasure, then he looked back up at me. Fuck. I could have come undone, the visuals were just that intense. I leaned in for a kiss. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me in tightly and devoured my mouth. Our new position and the tonguing he was giving my mouth made me lax my grip on him. He took that as a cue to take over, so slipped his hand under my butt, pulling me into him, his hard length up against my sensitive center. I made a noise of protest at having to relinquish my hold on him and he pulled back, "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"

"No. I just-I wasn't done yet." I pouted.

"Don't worry, you'll get it back." He went back to kissing me, while kneading my butt and rubbing his engorged cock against my slick nub. He walked me backwards and I ran up against the built-in bench. Ooh, that had warming tiles too. He broke our kiss and looked at me hungrily. I gulped. Going back down on his knees, he pushed my back up against the wall of the shower, but pulled my bottom out a little. "Relax, Sookie. I won't hurt you. Just keep your eyes on me." I nodded silently. He kept his gaze locked on me as he leaned down and slowly placed kisses on the inside of my thighs. I was turned on beyond belief, nervous and I couldn't tear my eyes away. After another kiss or two, he leaned forward and ever so lightly ran his tongue up my slit, from bottom to the top. I felt warmth immediately flood into the area, I moaned, then he moaned as he tasted my wetness on his tongue. He grabbed my hips, as if I were going anywhere, and buried his face into me. He licked and sucked every inch, running his tongue, sometimes softly, other times more rough along my folds. Ye gads-I was so close. Just watching him devour me and enjoy doing it, was enough to make me come. He kept circling my nub with his tongue which was making me crazy, but never fully putting any full amount of pressure there. He must have read my mind, because he circled the area with his tongue one last time, then sucked it into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue. I cried out and thought I might come up off the bench, but he anticipated it, because he held me down by my thighs. After I settled down, he continued. Slipping a finger inside me, he alternated between suckling and flicking my nub with his tongue and running it along my now uber sensitive folds. He slipped a hand under my bottom and pulled me way forward, so I was almost riding his face. He picked up his pace and slid another finger in, sliding them in and out of my wetness. His fingers inside of me, his mouth suctioned onto my folds and clit, I could feel the tendrils wind up, "Ah, Eric, mmmm..."

Just when I thought all of this couldn't feel any better, I felt him curl his fingers forward inside of me. I was panting and writhing and moaning, riding his face. He must have found his mark, because as soon as he ran his fingers across it, I clenched up, he moaned into me and the vibrations set me off. I felt every fiber in me explode and quiver and spread out all over my body. I felt and saw stars explode. I was making little bucking movements with my hips, still riding out waves of pleasure. When I looked down at him he was still watching me, suckling at me, lapping up every ounce of moisture from me. His eyes had a dreamy, faraway look. When I could finally speak, "Eric...uhm...I-" He put a finger over my lips. He stared at me for a moment. "What?"

"I am burning an image of you exactly as you are right now into my mind."

"I probably look a hot mess."

"You look like a beautiful woman who has been thoroughly pleased. Hair disheveled, cheeks pink, lips and breasts swollen-a goddess."

He turned the water off, had me wrapped in a warm towel and was toweling me off in a split second. He seemed to be focused on what he was doing because he no longer spoke, he just hurriedly finished his task. Once we were both dry, he carried me to the bed and lay me down. I might have protested about being carried, but my knees were still weak from the tongue-lashing I had just received. I laughed at my own joke. I was giddy. The velvety softness of the furry blankets was an additional stimulus that felt heavenly against my bare skin. He lay down on top of me, his weight on me felt good. He was nuzzling my neck and I felt his rock hard length pressed against me. Oh! I felt awful. He was probably ready to burst. He had shown so much restraint. As though I hadn't just had the most powerful orgasm of my life, I felt myself heat up down there at the thought of us finally having sex. Yes, what he just did was beyond fantastic but this would be something different. We would be joining together. I would feel him inside me-something I wanted more than just an orgasm.

He kissed down my chest to my breasts. He palmed them and massaged them. Bringing his lips to my nipple, he rubbed against one with his mouth, and tongue then switched to the other breast. I arched up into his attentions. He made a swirl around the sensitive areolas then blew on them. By this time I was wiggling and panting, I reached down to take his huge length into my hand. And I gave it a squeeze. He looked up at me from my breasts, a look of surprise and rapture on his face. "Please, Eric. Now."

He smiled a panty-melting smile, if I had been wearing any. "As you wish, my Princess."

"Ooh-you!" I pinched his butt. He gave each breast a nip and nibbled back up towards my neck. Leaning into my ear, he suckled on an earlobe, whispering,

"Are you ready for me, my Sookie?"

"More than ready, Eric." He returned to my ear. I gripped his shoulders, "Please!"

Tracing the outline of my ear with his tongue, "Oh? Such a rush? Did I not please you sufficiently mere moments ago?"

I reached around to entwine my fingers in his hair, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, "You did. But now I want to please you." That stopped him.

He pulled his head back to look at me, his eyes melting me. "Sookie, I have never experienced anyone who could do the things you do to me. Something so simple as your words have the ability to undo me." I had not relinquished my hold of him and stroked him again. He poised himself at my entrance. "Sookie, this may hurt a little, but I promise the pain will soon be gone."

"I know. I'm ready." He leaned in to kiss me, which I returned, but when I felt him press against my entrance, I broke the kiss. "I want to watch."

His eyebrows shot up and he got a devilish look of glee and I blushed. He leaned back, and I sat up on my elbows, so we could both watch as he pressed himself against me. Unsurprisingly, I was more than prepared, thanks to him, so he slipped his head in through my slick center with ease, though it was a very tight fit. I felt a slight tearing and pressure, but nothing too intense. I just took some deep breaths and relaxed my body as much as possible and the pain was gone. Feeling myself stretch and wrap around him was such a delicious feeling, as was watching him slowly push into me. And watching his face, his expressions of pleasure. I could tell it was taking some serious restraint not to just push his way in. As he buried himself into me to the hilt, we both gave a shudder of pleasure. He leaned into me for a second and stilled himself, "Gods Sookie. You are perfect for me."

"Mmmhhmm," I was having a hard time speaking. The feeling of being so filled was so new and different." He started the rhythm up gently and I leaned up to watch again. Seeing him push into me and come back out, all slick and shiny from my wetness and hard as a rock was the sexiest thing I think I had ever seen. Aside from looking down at Eric while I rode his face. It was a tie, anyway. He tilted and rocked his hips with each thrust into me, so I laid back down to feel it more deeply. The motion he was making was rubbing right up against the perfect spot, and I moaned up into his neck which I was clinging to. I had my legs clamped around his waist, too. Each pull out, felt slippery and sensual then he would slide slowly back in and give a little extra thrust with his hips right up against my pelvic bone. I did not want to come this soon and I knew he was being gentle for my sake. I lay back and looked up at him. "Harder."

"You are sure? It won't be too rough for you?"

"Bring it." The corner of his mouth went up. Challenge accepted.

He leaned back and pulled almost the whole way out and I whine a little. Before I could finish the sound, he slammed into me. Oh! Then came back out almost all the way again. Oh. my. shit. The depths of different sensations were surely going to kill me. This was too much pleasure for one person to experience. I looked at him in anticipation and I wasn't disappointed-he slammed back into me. I felt it in my stomach, or so it seemed. I was moaning, arching my hips up for more, so he repeated this process several times. I was getting close again. Oh well, there were worse things that could happen. On one of his deep thrusts into me, "Don't tease me, Eric. Harder and faster, please." I think he liked it when I said please-file that away for later. He took my tongue hostage and kissed me deeply before grabbing my hips and giving me what I wanted. He plunged into me hard and fast, still managing to do that hip thrust that rubbed right against my clit. "Eric, I want you to bite me." He stopped his thrusting and I felt him try to pull back to protest, so I tightened my arms around his neck. "No. I took your blood tonight, I've been replenished. You don't have to take a lot. I'm just asking you to bite me. It brought me pleasure. And I know it brings you pleasure." I put my lips against his ear. "Please, Eric." I felt his body lose it's tension. I arched my hips up to get him to resume, which he did. He pulled back and sat back on his haunches and brought me with him. I gasped at the new position and how different it felt. He was moving my hips up and down and I could feel my nub rubbing against his pubic bone even more this way. Oh, I was going to come very soon. I took over and moved up and down his length on my own, and he must have enjoyed that because he leaned back, watching me ride him. I only had a few more strokes in me and I was there.

My panting and writhing giving me away, he leaned into me and I felt him lick a spot on my neck. As soon as I felt the tiny prick of his fangs in my neck, I came wildly, screaming out his name and something else, I had no clue honestly. I bit into his shoulder, though I didn't draw blood. "Ah-Sookie!Mine!" Again, not sure if it was him having my blood, feeling me come around him or me biting him, but he came right behind me. He picked me up like I was a doll and slammed himself into me, which only prolonged my orgasm. I felt him swell up inside me and my walls clench around him, and he was saying something in his old language against my neck. The sheer intensity I felt at our mutual pleasure was mind blowing. Surely not all sex was like this. I didn't want to move, just feel the waves of ecstasy keep washing over me. As we both rode it out, our bodies shook collectively with our tremors, both still making small movements with our hips. I felt my breathing return to normal. He was licking at my neck. He must not have taken very much at all. He gently laid us down on the bed, him on bottom and me on top, still joined at our sex. I lay snuggling into his neck, god his smell was so delicious, it made me want to climb into him.

We lay there for a while, until I finally broke the silence, "Is it always like that?" He laughed heartily, "No, my Sookie, it is rarely like that." I was satisfied with that answer so lapsed back into my dazed silence. So this was afterglow. We were rudely interrupted by my stomach growling. I felt Eric shift, he flipped me so I was on my back and he went into the bathroom. Even though he had no body heat, I felt cold when he left. When he came back with a warm washcloth to clean me up I told him so. He smiled sweetly. "Good. I like that you miss me when I'm gone." He handed me a thick fluffy robe. "Come on, Buttercup, let's get you some food." I padded behind him, then stopped short.

"Ooohhh...Hey, I get it, the Princess Bride. As you wish, Buttercup. Haha!" We exchanged quotes the whole way down the stairs into the kitchen.