I couldn't shake that look that Eric was giving Sookie after the kiss, and that is what inspired this. It's kind of crappy, so bear with me; I just had to get it off my chest. If there are any mistakes, I apologize ,

I own none of the characters, none of the dialogue, I only own the descriptions and thought processes, and that is why it's a little out of character.

Eric can hear her coming long before she bursts through his office door. Despite his state of deep thought, he cannot fight the surge of excitement that always accompanies her arrival.

"She insisted," Pam tells him dryly. He can feel his progeny's distaste in every word, but it doesn't affect him. She can piss and moan all she wants, he had a plan and he was going to use it.

"She always does," he mumbles, nodding at her. It is a dismissal and Pam takes it as such. The door is closed and he has Sookie Stackhouse alone in his office. He is far too brooding to even recognize that this is what he has wanted since the first moment she walked into Fangtasia.

"What did you mean 'you're not gonna be around much longer'?" He rolls his eyes; she was anything if not polite.

"Don't pretend you care about me," he orders, looking up at her and admiring her with empty eyes. "This is about Bill. Deep down, you know you shouldn't trust him."

She looks at him with obvious annoyance in her face; maybe she had cared for him, if only a little. But he'll never know now, because he has changed the topic and she is set on that track. "Okay," she admits, which he isn't expecting. Perhaps some sense has been knocked into the girl. "Tell me why." He stands up and steps in front of her in two long strides, watching her take him in and then meet his gaze with her determined brown eyes.

"Here's the truth," he tells her, towering over her and rushing through his words. If he tells her about Bill, she will leave automatically on some vendetta. He can't have that, he needs her here; he needs to get through this goodbye so that he can die the true death satisfied with all that he's done. She is pivotal in that aspect; Bill can come later. "There are forces beyond even my control. If I meet the true death without having at least kissed you, Sookie Stackhouse, that will be my biggest regret." It is not what she wants to hear, but is what he needs to say. It is the most truthful thing he has said to anyone, and he watches her closely to make sure she hears him.

Her eyes shift from determined to confused, her mouth quirks downward for a second and then she asks, "Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye to me?"

"Because I am."

He doesn't wait, doesn't tiptoe around her feelings or her emotional draw to the bastard known as Bill Compton. He has been restraining himself for too long, resisting her pull on him ever since the beginning, and now he will have what he wants. Their lips meet and he feels her balk, pulling away.

No, he thinks automatically, his hands shooting up to pull her closer; to hold her tighter. Stop pulling away from me. As if she can actually read his mind, her lips relax against his and her hands find his neck. Instead of pulling away, she is pulling herself into him, her lips moving against his just as hungrily as his move to hers. You want this, he tells her quietly as she gasps and kisses him again and again. He can feel it in his blood; she has been fighting this just as much as he has, denying herself just as he had denied himself.

Now they both let go of that, loosing each other in their lips. His hand grips at the back of her head, longing to thread his fingers through her hair. He has half a mind to pull out the damn pony tail that is restricting him from doing just that, but she pulls back before he can move.

"Okay, I get it!" she cries, her lips swollen from the kiss and her eyes still shot through with lust. He can't hear a word she is saying to him; his nostrils flare to catch her scent, his tongue rolls in his mouth to taste her again. He can't understand why she has brought this reaction out in him. He feels as if he has seen Valhalla, tasted wine from Freyja's own goblet, and he wants more. He needs more.

This was supposed to be goodbye, he thinks vaguely before her last words catch him. "Why can't I trust Bill?" His mouth is open; Odin himself could not keep Eric from telling her anything she wanted to know. Odin can't, but Pam manages to just by entering the room.

With her eyes flashing between the two of them, he can sense she has something to tell him and it is something that cannot be said in front of Sookie. "What?" he questions, unable to tear his eyes from the woman in front of him. Simply her fae blood could not explain the pull she has on him now. What was she to him?

"Blah, blah, vampire emergency, blah." Pam's deadpan and arched eyebrow break his concentration and he looks to his progeny with a sigh. One last glance at Sookie and then he follows Pam out of the room.

Sookie deflates the second the door is closed, falling into the chair he was sitting in when she had entered. "Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea," she murmurs under her breath, shutting her eyes and willing herself to breathe evenly again.

Her whole body is tingling with the after effects of the kiss, and she can't even think to claim that those few drops of Eric's blood were the cause of her actions. No, she had liked that far too much. And her libido liked it even more. Bill's kisses had nev-

She lets out a loud whoosh of air, bringing her hands up to her face as she tries to think rationally through the haze of lust that Eric's lips had elicited. She had come for answers and he had distracted her with more questions. Why would he not tell her why Bill was untrustworthy? Why was he trying to say goodbye to her? Why did she care that he was saying goodbye? Why did she kiss him back?

You have feelings for him. "Shit," she curses again, stomping her foot against the stone floor of his office. She can't think straight here; his smell was all over this room, that ocean smell that somehow clung to everything around him. She needs to get out of there. She needs to see Bill.

She needs some goddamn answers is what she needs.

Resigning herself she jumps up from the chair, prepared to storm out into the bar and demand that he tells her what she came for. Screw Pam; screw Eric's self-serving agenda; screw her stupid attraction to the vampire; screw it all!

She gets to the door, tries to turn the doorknob and is met with the resistance of a lock. "Motherfu…" She mumbles, banging on the door. "Eric Northman, you let me out of here right now!" After a moment or two of banging, she gives up. Her shoulders slump, her breath blows out past her lips, and she sits right back down.

Son of a bitch.