A/N: So sorry I left you guys hangin' the last chapter. *giggles* Ok, so I'm not really. But I will always try to deliver, and make nice. To make up for my evil cliffies.

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EPOV

Well that certainly explains a lot.

That was my first though at Sookie's rather blunt revelation. Of course, I know when to keep my mouth shut and I tried to reassure her that she was not going to run me off.

I was in shock. I could not believe that she had not been propositioned, for one. For two, I felt a rush of pride in the fact that I may get to be the first to explore her sensually. She was pure in every sense of the word and I was fascinated with her all the more. The beast within growled in anticipation but, I quickly shut him up.

I was afraid that she would pull away from me or go running, but thankfully she did not and we made our way back to the banquet. I had forgotten what I was saying when she made her statement, but was reminded quickly, once we returned to the room.

I couldn't believe this woman had completely disabled my fucking brain. Every time I planned to tell her I had some sort of mental malfunction. I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me.

I could tell by her expression that she wanted to make a scene. I tried to let her know I was sorry, but I don't think I was very successful. Thankfully, she only hesitated briefly before making her way to the stage.

The glare Sookie was giving me told me that she was far from finished with me. I knew I was in deep shit and I really had no defense, other than I just plain forgot.

What could I say? Well Sookie, every time I am around you I become a mumbling, drooling imbecile.

I was so fucked.

My phone rang shortly after the bidding began, it was Pam. But I was intently focused on Mayor De Castro, who seemed committed to obtaining Sookie. So I kept it short.

The only reason for her call was to push my buttons, and see if I had told Sookie. My lack of response told her not to fuck with me right now. I quickly shut the phone, hanging up on her as she was babbling some wiseass comment.

I quickly shifted my glare back to the mayor who was grinning in his near victory. Sookie glared at me defenselessly and there was no way I was going to let that piece of shit have a night out with her. So I joined in the bidding.

That fuck!

He kept coming back with more. I was growing more and more enraged at his advances, so I made my way towards the stage. I took a stance that no one would dare to question, as I spoke forcibly.

The expression on my face was daring the arrogant prick to argue. There was something about Sookie that damn near had me marking my territory like a fucking dog. My possessive and protective nature had come out in full force.

After I had won the bidding, Sookie stormed off the stage passed me, without even a glance. I knew she was going to give me an earful.

I quickly paid the elderly woman that was collecting the donations and made my way out to find Sookie.

She was outside already, sitting on a bench with her head in her hands.

I thought she might be at least a little grateful for me saving her from that slime De Castro, and I guess she was technically, but not near enough for her to forget my thoughtlessness.

So I sucked up my ever-loving pride and told her the truth. I saw understanding in her eyes, but she walked away. I wasn't going to give up that easily, so I made my way to her.

Kissing Sookie was torture, especially in that fucking dress. The way her mouth felt on mine, I didn't think I could ever get enough, and I certainly was becoming more intent on making sure no one else ever had the opportunity to know.

The feel of her flesh underneath my fingers drove the animal in me mad with lustful thoughts. When she looked at me with her own arousal apparent in her eyes, I felt the beast laugh victoriously.

Don't fuck this up, dick in your pants!

I waved to the valet and kept my eyes on her, trying to tame the beast within.

I helped her in the car and we began to make our journey home. I wanted to keep contact with her flesh so, I reached for her hand. When she slid our clasped hands over to my lap I nearly jumped out of my skin. She started rubbing on my thigh and I knew I was completely fucked.

No matter how inexperienced Sookie was, she had complete control over me in that car. The feel of her lips grazing on my neck was torture. It took every bit of my self-control not to shift the car in park and fuck her right there. But I knew that was not going to fly with her.

If Sookie's intentions were to drive me in-fucking-sane, then she definitely needed an award for that shit.

I was in desperate need to touch her, but the space in this damn car was limited. I had never wished for another car, but at that moment I wished I had anything but this car. I did the only thing I could, and reached around her to grip the gorgeous flesh of her ass. The damn fabric frustrated me.

I couldn't tell you how fast I was going, because honestly I never looked at the cursed speed-o-meter. But within minutes we were at the apartments, and I was out of the car.

With a speed that I don't think I could ever duplicate again, I had her out of the car and in my hold, desperately trying to see how much of her mouth I could get into mine. Sookie kissed me back with an equal frenzy, and I heard the monster in me roar in satisfaction.

I felt like I could literally devour her, head to fucking toe. I gripped her thigh and shoved myself into her out of sheer hunger. I couldn't seem to get close enough to this woman. And I sensed Sookie was in a similar state of mind.

Sookie noticed our whereabouts and pushed away from me gingerly. I noticed her speech was slurred a bit but I couldn't seem to drown out the internal growling long enough to wonder why. That is until it was too late.

"Fuck!" I said aloud as she fell against me.

Now given my state of arousal at the time, I couldn't help but notice her hardened nipples directly under my fingertips, due to the angle at which I caught her. I felt my cock press painfully into the stretched fabric of my pants at the contact.

Now I knew she had been drinking but I didn't realize she was that drunk. I would not have let things get so far if I had noticed that she was hammered. I felt a bit guilty for still having a stiff one crammed in my pants.

Given the current situation, I brought myself down from the lust filled haze I was in and righted her in my arms. I swept her up into a cradle hold and tried to find her purse in the car. It wasn't there; I thought she must have left it at the banquet in her hurry to get away from me.

"Shit!" I muttered.

Of course I didn't have my fucking keys to the office. And that meant of course Sookie was going to have to stay in my fucking apartment. Not that I seriously minded. I enjoyed having her near me most of the time. But given the damn painful erection that was still residing in my pants, I could really use the distance.

I sucked it up and carried her to my apartment. There was no way that I could sleep with her in the same bed. So I laid her down in the guest room, covered her up, and left the door open for her, just in case she woke up and didn't know where she was.

Don't misunderstand; I would never take advantage of her in her current state. But if she were in my bed and happened to as much as rub against me, I knew that would be all she wrote. I was a fucking walking time bomb, just waiting to explode.

I had a fleeting thought of undressing her, but shook that shit right the fuck out.

No fucking way!

After brushing the stray hairs from her face and slipping the shoes off her feet, I made my way through the apartment to my room.

I stripped down as quickly as I could and took a shower. After relieving my raging boner of its fluids, I washed quickly and toweled off. I threw on a pair of drawstring pants and went to check on Sookie.

She was still out cold, so I went to my bed a-fucking-lone, knowing that the goddess of my fantasies was within a few feet from my arms.

SPOV

When I woke up, my mouth was stale, and I had no idea where I was. I could see a bit of light coming from another room so I stumbled in that direction.

Thank god, it was the kitchen light. I found the sink and quickly filled a glass with water. After quenching my raging thirst, I finally recalled the events that had brought me here.

I had passed out from my drunken stupor and was currently standing barefoot in Eric's kitchen. I was still wearing the, now completely wrinkled, dress from the event. So, apparently he did not take advantage of me.

Did you really think he would?

Well, I was grateful nonetheless. The clock on the stove said 2:43, and I was still exhausted. I took a few more sips of my water and tip-toed off to find my purse and take my butt back to the apartment.

When I finally made my way back to the kitchen, the clock said 3:04 and I had yet to locate my purse. The only place I hadn't looked was Eric's room, and I couldn't go in there shuffling around in the dark.

I gave up and headed back to the room I was just in. I saw Eric's shirt lying on the floor and picked it up. There was no way I could sleep comfortably in this dress, not now.

You just want to wear his shirt.

Who was I kidding? Yeah, I wanted to wear his shirt. It smelled amazing, just like him.

Once I was back in the room I pushed the door to and slipped out of the dress. I laid it across the end of the bed and slipped my arms into the sleeves of Eric's giant shirt. It swallowed me whole. I buttoned it and rolled up the sleeves a bit.

Finally comfortable, I slipped back into the bed. I pulled the shirt collar up to my nose with my fists and breathed in Eric's delicious scent. I resisted the nagging urge to go crawl in his bed next to him.

I fell asleep and finished what we had started earlier in my dreams.

A/N: Gosh, I am sorry. This time I really am. I ended up having to cut this up a bit and making it into 2 chapters, rather than 1 crazy long one. But the good thing is I am almost done with it. So I promise to update soon.

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