Chapter 8

One month later...

Eric sat on his throne, surveying his bar as he pretended to be bored and unattainable. In reality, he wasn't bored at all, though these days, he was unattainable for everyone save for his human who sat in a corner booth with Godric by her side.

It was Sookie's weekly night to listen to the patrons of Fangtasia, and Eric had been looking forward to it all week. Sookie's employment had worked out better than even he had expected. In her first week, she'd weeded out dozens of his human employees who stole from him (everything from a bottle of liquor in his bar to handfuls of poker chips at his casino), or who were spying on him (two humans from the Fellowship of the Sun, and three humans spying for neighbouring kingdoms), or who were more interested in vampire blood than in genuinely working for a vampire (three potential human drainers had been handed over to the police, at Sookie's insistence. Eric had wanted to do something else to them, but decided it wasn't worth losing his chances with Sookie over).

Yes, Sookie had done a brilliant job in taking out the trash, as she jokingly called it, and she was worth every penny he spent on her, and then some.

Godric seemed content as well with his new role as Sookie's assistant and bodyguard. On the nights Eric didn't see Sookie, when she was working at one of his other businesses and he had no time to join her there, Godric always came home with amusing tales of Sookie's clever and determined ways in dealing with his human employees.

Of course, the downside was, that Godric hadn't let up on his relentless teasing of Eric's inability to actually bed Sookie Stackhouse.

That, Eric could do without, but in reality he was more than pleased to see his maker smile again. Godric had grown contemplative in his old age, and there were times when Eric had feared for him, but this last month it seemed that Godric had found new joy in life, and that, Eric knew, was worth all the teasing and meddling in the world.

And Sookie...his beautiful human had blossomed in ways even Eric couldn't have predicted. Pam had taken her shopping for a professional wardrobe (much to Sookie's dismay at first), but somehow, the different look combined with the new responsibilities of her job as head of security had transformed his Sookie from a shy yet feisty backwater waitress to a young woman with confidence, a good sense of humour, and a very solid work ethic.

Eric wanted her more than ever, but she still refused him. They had done nothing more than make-out in the car on the nights Eric drove her home.

As if his maker could read his thoughts, at that moment Godric turned around in the booth, grinned at Eric and actually winked.

He fucking winked!

Eric kept his face blank, but inwardly he grumbled about his maker's newly found playfulness. It would be more amusing if it wasn't all directed at him.

Sookie suddenly sat up, looked around for a moment, and waved Pam over. Pam strolled across the bar and leaned closer so Sookie could whisper in her ear.

Apparently one of their patrons was trying to deal meth in the bathroom, and Pam took off at once to take care of that particular piece of vermin. Sookie sank back in her seat and sipped her soda, a look of utter happiness on her face.

Eric's chest warmed. It did that a lot whenever he was around his human, though for the life of him, he hadn't a clue why.

Oh, he knew he cared for his human. He wasn't that emotionally constipated not to realize as much, no matter what Godric claimed. The three days Sookie had spent in New Orleans (with Godric by her side at all times, of course) had been some of the most anxious in his long life. But there had been no problems, and the queen had seemed impressed with Sookie's professionalism. And Sookie had reunited with a long lost cousin while she was there (and that explained how the queen had known about Sookie in the first place).

Other Sheriffs had called Eric already, asking to hire his little telepath, but Eric was holding off for now. He wanted Sookie to settle in her new job completely, and, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to make Sookie his in every sense of the word before he took her out around other vampires.

The thought of losing his Sookie was enough to send him in a violent rage, much to Godric's amusement and Pam's bafflement.

Sookie turned in her seat and smiled at him, her eyes drooping a little. It was getting late and his human was getting tired, so Eric got up from his throne and made his way to their booth.

"Ready to go home?" he asked with a gentle smile.

"Only if you promise to kiss me goodnight," Godric said before Sookie could respond, and he actually batted his eyelashes.

Eric had enough of his maker's antics, and before Godric could pull back, he cupped Godric's chin in his hand and pressed a hard kiss against Godric's lips.

Godric only blinked in response, but beside him, Sookie fell over, giggling so hard it seemed she had trouble breathing.

"Oh, are we having a family orgy?" Pam asked, as she zipped to his side. "Why wasn't I invited?"

"Pam," Eric said, in a very tired voice, and he ignored his child's cackling but instead offered Sookie his hand.

"You had that coming," Sookie said to Godric in between giggles. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Godric's cheek. "See you tomorrow!"

Godric reached for Sookie's hand and brushed his lips across the back of it. "Until tomorrow, Sookie." And then he added, in Old Norse, "Fuck her already, my child. Your abstinence is making you queer."

Eric snorted before he could stop himself, and then pointedly ignored Godric's wide grin and Pam's smirk.

He held onto Sookie's hand as he led her out of the bar and towards her shiny new Toyota Prius. He'd wanted to get her something bigger, but after some thought he'd realized Sookie would never accept anything flashy, and she would appreciate the economical side of this particular car. And indeed, Sookie seemed to love his choice.

"I'm driving," Eric said, plucking the keys from Sookie's hand.

"But - "

"But nothing. You're human and you're tired." Eric gallantly held the passenger door open for Sookie, and after a dirty look she got into the car.

"What did Godric say to you?" Sookie asked once Eric was seated behind the wheel and had adjusted the seat to accommodate his large frame.

Eric smirked at her as he started the car. "He said my abstinence is making me queer."

Sookie started giggling again, and Eric smiled at her as he drove out of the parking lot and into the direction of Bon Temps.

After a few moments of silence, while Sookie tried to catch her breath, she looked at him with a shy smile. "Did you and Godric ever...you know."

"What makes you think that?" Eric asked curiously. Sookie had already asked him about Pam once, and Eric had been honest with her about his past with his child. But Sookie had never seemed to want to make a similar connection between him and his maker. He wondered if it was her small-town mentality that gave her problems thinking about two men together.

Sookie's cheeks flushed. "The other day, Godric and I were talking, and he said something about you being a really good kisser, on top of being really good with your mouth in general."

Eric snorted with laughter, and was rewarded with a playful punch against his upper arm.

Sookie was trying very hard to look insulted or something, but the corners of her mouth kept quirking up, ruining the effect.

"I'm a vampire, lover, and so is Godric. In our early days we had sex on occasion, simply because we enjoyed it."

"Like with Pam," Sookie said pensively.

"Well, except for the differences in the plumbing, yes, like I had with Pam," Eric said with a teasing grin. Sookie pursed her lips and looked out the window.

"I'm not that easy," Sookie said suddenly, and then frowned. "I mean, sex to me is not that easy. To just have it for the sake of sex."

"I had noticed that already, lover," Eric said, trying not to sound too frustrated. But fuck, he'd now gone a month without getting laid, the longest he could ever remember going without getting his dick wet. Just last week, he'd jerked off in the shower, for fuck's sake. He hadn't masturbated since he was a fucking human. And the worst part was that Godric had caught him. He would never live that down.

Sookie placed a warm hand on his thigh, and before he knew what he was doing, Eric inhaled a deep, shaky breath. He was tempted to ask Sookie how much more time she needed, but he realized that pushing her in any kind of way would not help his case at all.

So he kept quiet and tried to ignore his erection. Just thinking about Sookie these days made him painfully hard.

They spent the rest of the drive talking about things Sookie had discovered at his businesses that week. As always, Eric enjoyed Sookie's presence, her enticing scent, the warmth of her body, and the way she smiled at him whenever he laughed at one of her jokes.

Eric parked his car in front of Sookie's farmhouse and unbuckled his seatbelt, ready for another make out session before Sookie told him to go home. But just as he leaned in for the kiss, Sookie pulled back from him, looking out the window with a frown.

"Eric, there's a vampire nearby!"

Eric was out the car at once, hoping perhaps Godric or Pam were trying to play a prank on them or something, but when he sniffed the air he knew who was stalking his Sookie.

Compton.

Pinpointing Comtpon's location in a second, Eric flew in the direction of the cemetery and plucked Compton out from behind a tree. He grabbed Compton around the throat and dragged him back towards Sookie's house.

"What the fuck do you want?" he snarled in Compton's face, baring his fangs.

"I need a word with Sookie," Compton gasped, staring up at Eric with wide eyes.

"I have nothing to say to you!" Sookie yelled from her spot on the porch. She had the front door open, ready to go inside if she needed to. Eric felt a surge of pride for his human. That, and lust, but that was nothing new.

"Please - "

"You heard my human, Billy boy," Eric said with a nasty smile.

"She's not yours," Compton had the gall to say, and Eric saw red as the bloodlust rose in him as swiftly as a tidal wave.

He punched Compton in his face as hard as he could, over and over again, feeling flesh tear and bones break, but it wasn't until he heard Sookie shriek in panic that he came back to himself.

"Eric, don't kill him!"

Barely hanging onto his anger, Eric ceased his assault and stared down at the mess he'd made of Compton's face. He had trouble making out Compton's eyes.

"You listen now, Bill. You hurt the woman I love, and for that you will be punished." And with that, Eric shoved his hand down Compton's pants, grabbed his junk and pulled back as hard as he could, ripping off Compton's pathetic little dick and his useless balls. He shoved them in what was left of Compton's mouth, muffling Compton's pained shrieks, and then dropped him to the ground. "Get out of here, and never come near my human again or I will finish you, no matter what Sookie says."

Eric stepped back from the sorry heap of vampire and walked towards the porch, hoping he hadn't upset Sookie too much.

"I need to wash my hands," he said while Sookie stared at him with wide eyes. He had expected Sookie to rear back in shock, or to yell at him, or to run inside the house and slam the door shut.

He hadn't expected Sookie to fling her arms around him and press her lips against his in a passionate kiss, and yet that was exactly what Sookie did.

Eric kissed her back, a little awkwardly, because his hands were still covered in Compton's blood and he didn't want to smear it all over his Sookie.

"Come in," Sookie said with a little smile once she was done with her welcome assault.

Eric followed her into the house and made a beeline for the bathroom. He pulled off his jacket, since it was covered in blood spatters, and thoroughly washed his hands and underarms, and after the glanced in the mirror, his face as well since blood has spattered on there, too.

Just as he'd dried off, his phone beeped, and Eric fished it out of his pants.

Godric had sent him a text message:

Do you need help?

Eric smiled. His maker had probably felt his bloodlust through their bond. As peaceful as he was now, Godric loved a good fight on occasion.

Eric sent a text message back:

No. Just Compton. He's been dealt with.

Half a minute later he got a reply:

Good. Now tell her how you feel!

Snorting, Eric tucked his phone way, not deeming his maker's meddling worthy of a reply.

But as he walked out of the bathroom, something dawned on Eric and he stopped at once.

He'd said something, hadn't he? When he was in the throes of bloodlust, he'd said something rather significant. He reluctantly made his way to the living room.

Sookie sat on the couch, and beamed at him when she saw him.

Ah, crap. What was he supposed to do now?

Patting the couch beside her, Sookie offered him an inviting smile, and even though Eric wasn't sure what the hell was going on, he wasn't going to pass up on so obvious an opportunity. So he sank down on the couch beside his Sookie and looked at her with an expectant curve of his eyebrow.

"It's okay," Sookie said happily. "I know it's hard for you to say it, and I don't expect you to say it all the time, but I want you to know that I love you, too."

Eric blinked. "Does this mean we can have sex now? Finally?"

Sookie smacked him against his chest. "Eric, really! We're talking about our feelings. That's important."

"No, you're talking about our feelings," Eric pointed out patiently. "For me, this conversation is already over. You love me, I love you. There. Done. Now we can move on to the fucking."

Sookie sighed and rolled her eyes. "You don't even know you're saying it, do you?"

"Saying what?"

"You just said, again, that you loved me."

"So?" Eric asked, a little defensively. Even if he'd said it, that didn't make it true, and even if it were true, that didn't mean anything other than that he'd finally be getting laid. He hoped.

"Gosh, Godric warned me - "

"Leave my maker out of this!" Eric snapped before he could help himself. "Why are those stupid words so important to you, woman? Here are some words I find important. I think you're the most amazing human I've met in a long time, perhaps ever. You're beautiful, funny, smart and feisty, and you don't scare easily. You smell divine and taste even better. And your breasts are so perfect they make me want to fall down on my knees and worship them. Your whole body is marvellous, but your breasts - "

He was cut off by Sookie's lips as she threw herself into his arms and kissed him like she'd never kissed him before.

Eric had enough of all this talk about stupid feelings, so before Sookie could protest, he got up with Sookie held safely in his arms, and rushed them both up to her bedroom.

"Now we have sex," Eric said, with a hint of finality in his voice.

"Okay," Sookie sighed as she smiled up at him.

Thank fuck for small favours!

Eric lay Sookie down on the bed and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down with ease. He ripped open her blouse (and ignored Sookie's loud protests), and tore it off her. Her bra and panties soon followed and then he had his Sookie naked and ready. He could smell her arousal, and it only fed his own as his erection strained against his jeans.

He took care of his own clothes in less than three seconds, and lowered himself onto the bed, on top of Sookie. He kissed her, his tongue demanding, and Sookie yielded to him with a little moan. He traced his hands down her soft body, cupping her delicious breasts a few times and pinching her nipples until she arched her back and groaned into his mouth. Finally, he lowered one hand between her legs and found her dripping wet.

And that was all the foreplay he needed as he positioned himself between her legs, looking down at her with his fangs bared. He brushed the tip of his cock against her slick folds a few times and then pushed inside Sookie's hot body with a quiet grunt.

Fuck! This was good. This was perfect. This heat, and this willing body beneath him, and Sookie looking up at him with bright eyes as she licked her lips.

"Look at me, lover," Eric whispered, slowly pushing all the way inside. He was big, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his Sookie, but she accepted him, all of him, with a soft sigh, and then hooked her legs around his hips, and Eric took off.

He thrust inside that tight, wet, heat, his mouth finding one nipple, and then the other, and finally Sookie's throat. But he wanted more than just fuck her, or taste her blood. He wanted to be inside her as only a vampire could be.

"Bite me," he groaned into her ear as he picked up his thrusts until Sookie keened beneath him. "Taste me, lover."

Blunt teeth bit down on his shoulder, and he felt his blood seep down Sookie's throat, and just like that, he was inside her, deep inside every cell of her being, and he barely even noticed that he sank his own fangs inside her throat until her blood flooded his tongue.

He climaxed with a growl, his whole body surging forward, pressing Sookie against the mattress as pleasure ripped through him in violent waves. He slumped on top of her and closed his eyes, and breathed in her scent, so heavy with sweat and sex, and felt his blood inside her, and he just felt and felt.

"Eric," Sookie groaned beneath him. "You're kinda heavy."

"Sorry," Eric mumbled as he pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at her with a smile. "You all right?"

"Yeah," Sookie said with dreamy smile. "That was - "

"Perfect." Eric pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Fucking perfect."

"Yeah," Sookie agreed, and yet still a blush spread across her cheeks, which made Eric grin.

Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, dragging Sookie with him until she was lying against his chest. Sookie's eyes drooped shut and Eric watched in satisfaction as she drifted off to sleep.

He'd worn his Sookie out, it seemed. He'd allow her a little nap before he woke her up so they could do it all over again.

He had a feeling he'd be wanting to do it all over again with his Sookie a lot. For a very long time. And he didn't mind one bit.

His phone beeped, twice, and Eric absently groped around for his pants so he could see who was bothering him now.

Pam had sent him a text message:

Score!

Eric snorted, and scrolled down to the other text message. It was from Godric, of course:

Finally! I was starting to worry about you, my child, but it seems you haven't lost your touch after all. XXX

Of course they'd felt his conquest through their bond, and Eric rolled his eyes and placed his phone on the nightstand. He pulled Sookie a little closer and nuzzled her hair. He knew he should be annoyed by his child's attitude and his maker's meddling, but in all honesty, he was feeling far too happy for that.

~~fin~~

A/N Yes, this really is the end. Sorry! I know many of you would like to read more, but this story was only ever meant to be a fun and light AU take on how Sookie and Eric could get together, inspired of course by the Buffy episode Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered. I never intended this to be an epic tale. This idea just hit me one night, and I started writing the first chapter without really knowing where this story would lead me, but I've had a blast writing it.

The good news, is, though, that I'm starting a new story, and this will be a significant longer one. An AU take on Sookie's first meeting with a vampire, incorporating both elements from TB and SVM, and it will be Sookie/Godric or maybe Sookie/Godric/Eric (I haven't decided yet, I'll just wait and see where the story takes me). The first chapter of that should be up soon, possibly later today or tomorrow.

Thanks everyone for reading this fic and for all your comments. Be sure to let me know what you thought of this, as reviews keep me writing! Thanks again, and hopefully I'll see you all around a future story!