A/N: Hellurh, muh smexy bitches. So, I couldn't resist one more lemony chapter, since we waited so long. Actually, it's more like, do you really think they'd only have sex once that night? Lol, not so much. I couldn't, in good conscience, just skim over their first time. But I am itching to get back into some plot progression, so next chappy will be fun. Thanks for the reviews and the input on which you guys prefer for smut vs plot. I will try to give a little of both, then, since that seems to be the consensus. Okeedoke, gird your loins for some more sexy time. I own nothing, characters are Charlaine's, I have no beta yakyakyakkityyakyak. Peace, love and Viking sex.

Ch 18

"Incontheevable!"

Hearing Eric perfectly lisp the line from the movie while naked, no less, had my sides hurting from laughter. He ran through every quotable line while he moved around the kitchen and I attempted to calm my crazed looking hair in a mirror on the wall. Smoothing it back into a loose ponytail, that was as good as it was going to get, and sat down at the island in the kitchen.

I was wiping tears from my eyes as he whisked a perfectly arranged, cooked plate of salmon, asparagus and baby new potatoes in front of me. I stared at it as if he'd handed me a plate of worms. "Uh-what happened to leftovers?"

"Do you prefer leftovers to this? I can exchange them." He turned toward the refrigerator.

"No! No, I'm just surprised. Where did this come from? Did you just cook it? Or..." I trailed off because he was smiling at me like I was special.

"I did not cook it, though I can cook. I had it delivered. I also have breakfast for tomorrow, in case we stay here."

"Uh-huh. Confident, are we?"

An eyebrow arched upward, "Was I wrong?"

"No, guess not." I played with my food. "Smart ass."

"No, just realistic and forward-thinking."

I chose not to respond to that, since he was right, so took a bite of my food. It was delicious. "Ohmigod, this is awesome! Where is it from?"

"A semi-local place that makes gourmet meals and delivers them."

"Ah, well they did a good job. Did you just say you cook?" I tried to look ladylike while I literally inhaled all my food. Magic, fighting and sex can work up an appetite, apparently.

"I can cook. Most vampire have had to go quite some time without being detected, so cooking, pretending to eat, etc. were necessities. I've been told I'm quite good at it, though it's been a few decades since I've tried it again. I will cook for you some time."

"I would like that."

"Do you mind if I check in with Pam?"

"Oh! Pammy! Not at all." I felt bad for 2.3 seconds, then got over it when I remembered what just went on upstairs. Shiver. "Would she mind if you put her on speaker?"

"Do we really mind if she minds?"

"No."

That settled, he dialed her cell phone which she answered on the third ring "Master."

"Pamela. How has your evening been?"

"Oh, just faaan-tastic. " She couldn't sound more bored if someone paid her.

"Hi, Pam!" I chimed in.

"Oh, don't you two sound cozy. Watching movies and braiding each others hair, or did you finally put me out of my misery and fuck like wild animals?"

"The latter." I answered before Eric could say something vague just to annoy her. Not like she didn't walk in on us dry humping every five minutes.

"Thank you! I'll expect full details from both of you later. Compton stopped by, said he needed to speak with you, Eric, though he wouldn't say why, as if he couldn't just call you. I have a feeling he came to drool on our friend Suzie some more."

"Ugh, what a creep."

"Indeed. And we got a call from Longshadow's maker."

"I will handle that tomorrow night. How is business tonight?"

"Busy. Boring. There's no one here to cause trouble, or to embarrass."

"Aww, Pammy, do you miss me?"

"Let's not go that far, Princess, I said 'bored'."

"It's okay Pam, I miss you, too." I laid it on thick and Eric rolled his eyes.

"If you miss me so badly, I can head right over and join you-"

"Uhm, no thanks. I can wait till tomorrow to see you. And you two better cut the 'Princess' shit out right now."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Ooh! Don't call me that either-that's even worse." Eric was stifling his laughter at our banter. We carried on a little longer, with Pam calling me every name she could think of that went along the Princess or royalty theme, until Eric interrupted.

"I hate to break up such witty repartee, but I'm taking my Sookie back. All is well then, Pam?"

"I am fine. I will survive here alone and bored, but you two better be back to entertain me tomorrow. And I wasn't kidding about details."

We said our good nights and I walked my empty plate to the sink. Before I could wash it, Eric had me by the waist, pressed up against the counter, nipping at the back of my neck and I squealed. He slid his hands into the front of my robe, technically his robe, and massaged my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly, which I felt down to my toes. "Didn't you say something at the restaurant about desert?"

My voice hitched in my throat, "Yes, but somebody had desert earlier, so no more for you or you'll get fat."

He stopped mauling my neck and breasts and spun me around, "Fat? Moi? Does this physique look like it could ever hold an ounce of fat on it?" He preened.

"Maybe..." I eyed him sideways, poking his chest, then his waistline, finally letting my hand grab around his hardened shaft, "Here."

His eyes darkened dangerously, and he leaned in to whisper, "Madam, I can assure you, that is not fat. If you would allow me a demonstration," he was slowly walking me backwards toward the living room. Before I could bat an eyelash, he had me naked, on my back, on the rug in front of the fireplace.

I giggled. "Do you have a thing for the whole bear skin rug cliché or what?"

He gave me a crooked smile, "No. Though if I really think about it, maybe I do have an affection for them." He got a far away look. "Back when I was human, warmth meant you survived another winter. Pelts, furs, skins were highly valuable because they not only showed you were a capable hunter but also that you could care for your family. We would have many people in one roomed houses and there often wasn't a bed, at least nowhere near modern standards. If we had anything it was either a wood bench that doubled as seating or one thin mattress made of straw and leaves. That usually went to the elderly or the very young of the family, to keep them warmer. But mostly it was all our pelts, and our wool textiles, that we used for bedding. It feels right, having you here, on the rug, in front of a hearth. So, maybe I do 'have a thing' for the cliché."

It was a quiet, sweet glimpse into his past, listening to him reminisce, so I didn't dare tease him like I had earlier. His hair spilled forward onto us both, the flames from the fireplace giving his face a warm glow. I kissed him softly on the lips. He deepened it, slipping his tongue in. If I never kissed another man for the rest of my life, I would be content, because Eric's kisses had to be the best on any planet, realm or in existence. The end. It was like he made love to my mouth, to my tongue. Within seconds of his kiss, my hands were wandering all over his body, impatient to have him inside me again and not just his tongue. I ran my hands down his back to his butt, which I couldn't resist squeezing. I thought I could get him to get the picture of what I wanted by arching against him. I even made a little noise of protest.

He looked down on me knowingly, "In a hurry lover?" Shit, what his voice did to my body. I felt my temperature heat up ten degrees.

"Gah! You make me crazy, Northman!"

He leaned in and nipped my ear, "Welcome to my world, Princess."

Ooh-that was it. I hitched my leg behind one of his, grabbed his arm on the same side and, in a move Kvelin would be proud of, I flipped him. The rest of the move, required a straddle hold around his hips. In a fighting situation, it was so you couldn't be thrown off immediately after the flip. In this situation however, I had inadvertently placed my hot and wet hootchie right against his rock hard length. The look of surprise on his face, followed by instant lust almost made me laugh. Almost. If I hadn't been wanting him as much as he was clearly wanting me.

Guess I just kicked it up a notch, I was pleased with myself for taking control. Being on top was pretty liberating and powerful. I looked down on him, mimicking one of his own cocky smirks. His fangs slid slowly down and he got that dangerous, sexy look in his eyes. "My little fairy likes being in control, eh?" I didn't answer him, just kept his gaze, as I leaned back and ran my nails along his thighs. I continued my right hand up till I reached his balls and palmed them, lightly squeezing and caressing them, watching for signs of what he liked. He liked it all, I decided. I slowly rocked against him, sliding myself up and down his shaft. My left hand grabbed his hand and brought it to my neck, slid it down to my breast, which he promptly began to squeeze and tease my nipple. Though I had started this, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was very impatient for him.

Leaning forward, I brought my breast to his mouth to which he latched on and suckled for all he was worth. He teased that one with his tongue while he palmed the other. I reached down to slide my hand over him, squeezing and sliding my hand up and down, working his length. He moaned, and I felt the slight, delicious sting of his fangs on either side of my nipple. Fuck me. I gasped, grabbed a hold of him, poising his tip at my folds. He broke his mouths' stronghold to grunt out, "Sookie-" but instead of waiting to hear what he had to say, I sat on him in one flail swoop. Ow. Oh. It both hurt and yet felt amazingly good, but it did take me by surprise, so I half gasped, half cried out.

I thought once you did it the first time, any pain was done. Eric grabbed my hips to still me, not that I was planning on moving for the moment. I needed to absorb that feeling and took a few deep breaths. "Sookie, I wanted to tell you to go slow..."

"Oh. I didn't think it would hurt anymore."

"It depends on the position. This is a whole new angle. You're also probably a little sore from before, too." He brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry."

After a few breaths, I was fine. I was back to feeling that sense of power of being in control. And the delicious feeling of him filling me completely. "Hush, I'm fine." I rocked forward a little and the incredible sensation, completely different from how it felt before, made me fall forward onto his chest. So, this is what my cousins were talking about. He smiled at me, seeming to understand what I was experiencing. Keeping his eyes on me, he moved his hips up gently and I felt his length bury itself in my slick folds. My eyes rolled back into my head and I panted out something incoherent. He repeated this several more times, except this time I rocked my hips back to get him that much deeper, which found that magic spot deep inside of me and also made my nub rub against his pelvic bone. I was not going to last long and I didn't like that I seemed to have lost my position (ha) of power.

I leaned back to be upright again, lifted my legs up until just barely the tip of his head was inside of me, then sat down on him hard. He almost came undone and looked at me, his eyes glittering and his fangs huge. I touched them, suddenly wanted them inside of me again. What was wrong with me? Why was I obsessed with them? Was it because they were so forbidden all my life? File that away for later thinking. I slid up again, then slammed back down and we both cried out. He grabbed my hips before I could lift up again. He ground his hips against mine, rubbing my throbbing core several times. Before I could stop him, because dammit, I didn't want to give up my control just yet, he sat up.

Wow, that was a whole new sensation here again. He lifted me up, then slammed back into me, followed by grinding up against my clit again and again. Before I could even catch my bearings, I started to come. I cried out and leaned into his neck biting him in pleasure and frustration. He growled and pulled me by my hair, exposing my neck. "Is this what you want, my little fairy? You like when I bite you?"

"Yes! Please, Eric, bite me." This time, he struck a little harder than in the past and I yelped but held him into my neck while he continued to thrust upward into me. He barely drew any blood at all, mostly just suckled the wound, but it was enough to satisfy my strange urge to be be bitten by him. I was completely surprised when I felt myself begin to come again.

That must have brought Eric close to the edge, because he grunted, "Not yet." gave a quick lick to my neck, then spun me over so I was on my knees and he was entering me from behind. I was still feeling the last waves of my orgasm, my muscles still clenching when he flipped us into the new position. So, holy fuck! Was I completely surprised at yet another completely different feeling assaulting me. He had his hands gripping my hips as he gave several hard and fast thrusts, followed by several slow, deep ones. I could feel that special spot get rubbed by him on every thrust and it took all I had not to let my knees buckle. I arched my back and pushed back onto him-he was very close, I could feel it inside me. I think this was my favorite position thus far-you could feel so much.

He brought his hands up to palm my breasts and use them to pull me back on to him harder. I brought one hand up to my lips and sucked two fingers into my mouth. The second I bit down, though not enough to draw blood, on the fleshy pads of his fingertips, he came. At this angle, I could feel him come, and I never wanted it to stop-his pulsing head rubbed deep inside me as he roared out something in his native language, though I heard my name mixed in there somewhere. While making small little thrusts as he rode out the last moments of his orgasm, he placed small little kisses along my spine.

Laying us on our sides, he faced me towards him while I caught my breath and marveled at how he didn't have to catch his. Once mine had slowed to a manageable pace, I realized he was staring at me.

"Hi."

"Hi. Wow." I panted.

He chuckled and smoothed my hair away from my damp neck. "Yes, it was very wow. We are very good together, Sookie. Though some things, I am struggling with," A brief frown flashed across his face, then was gone, "you make me feel things I have not felt in a very long time."

I propped my head on my elbow, "Thank you and I'm glad, but what do you struggle with?" He pulled me closer and linked our free hands together, then held them up, examining them. He was quiet for a bit, but he was gathering his thoughts. I just let him work through whatever it was and radiated my calmness toward him, but didn't push it, not wanting to force it on him if he didn't want to feel it.

"I do not like how little self-control I feel I have when I am with you. I lose myself in you, Sookie, and I am not used to that. Nor do I like it, in the respect that it makes me feel like a newly made vampire. All fang and drive with no control. I am usually always in control"

"And you don't think I feel the same? I have been raised by Fae, to distrust and fear you and yet here I am. I'm drawn to you like a drug, begging you to bite me! When it's been drilled into my head for years that to allow any vampire to have my blood, hell to even smell me would guarantee my death! It's a little more than nuts." I traced circles on his chest, then slid my hand into the hair at his neck to lightly kiss him. "But, I think somehow we balance each other. For some reason, in ways that are too deep to wrap my brain around right now, we were brought together."

"We will just have to enjoy it, then, no matter how out of character we are."

"Agreed."

We were quiet together, lost in our thoughts. Somewhere along the line, my thinking led to becoming very sleepy. I heard a light beep and a weird noise, which jolted me out of my daze for a moment.

"The shutters." He lifted me and carried me upstairs.

"What about tomorrow? Should I just stay here then go back with you in the evening?"

"You may certainly leave, if you like. I would offer my car, and I could fly back, but I don't feel very confident with the brief lesson you had on how to drive it."

"I'll stay then. There's nothing overly pressing that I have to do, other than work, and since I'm with my boss..."

He pulled the covers back and slid me under, then slid in next to me. "I suppose I can allow it this one time." He smirked, then got serious. "I would like that, waking up with you here, I mean. I haven't gone to rest with someone, other than Pam, in a very, very long time."

I could feel sleep dragging me under. "Well, I feel very honored, then." I felt him kiss my forehead and then I was out, to a heavy dreamless sleep.