A/N: So should I continue this story? I have some idea of where I want to go but I really have NO idea where it will end up. Basically my question is, does it have the potential for YOU to fall in love with the characters themselves and not just the dirty EricPorn? :D

I've also been considering a separate story from Eric's POV. Do you feel like that would be something worth reading or would it just wind up being repetitive? Thoughts?

I bumped along the gravel road that leads to my home. The old farmhouse that I lived at had been in my family for generations. I lived with my Gran, Adel, until she had passed away a year ago. It was just me in the house now. Well, with the exception of my cat, Tina. My brother, Jason lived a few miles away in our parent's old home. We'd been raised by Gran after both parents were killed in a flash flood.

I grimaced, hitting a particularly rough rut in the road before checking my mirror to see how Eric was faring in his flashy corvette.

His bright-ass red corvette.

I hated to pass judgment but I couldn't for the life of me figure out how he could afford that on the salary of a maintenance man.

Oh, well.

It wasn't up to me to be nosey or question his salary. At the end of the road, I pulled into the gravel lot that was where I parked my car before stopping.

What was I doing?

I'd never behaved like this before. I'd never brought a strange man home and most certainly had never had steamy, office sex. Nor had I considered it but here I am; sitting in my car with the overly tall maintenance man sauntering towards the driver's side door. I glanced up, somewhat shyly as he opened the car door for me.

He grinned offering me his hand.

"Nice place you've got here. Very… rustic." And just like that my temper flared to life.

"I'll have you know this house is over two hundred years old!" I huffed as I climbed the stairs. He followed behind me, still smirking. "Of course it's going to be a little 'rustic.'" I tossed in some sarcastic air quotes for good measure. Unlocking the door, I stepped inside, allowing him to follow behind me.

Tina was waiting on the stairs and meowed when she saw me.

"Hi sweet girl," I said, scooping her up. I carried her to the kitchen to get her can of wet food while Eric took a moment to surreptitiously take in his surroundings. As I busied myself opening the can of food, I knew what he would see; a collection of mismatched but comfortable furniture, outdated but immaculate appliances and wood that had held up through generations of Stackhouses wearing it down. I smiled inwardly at his apparent approval as I scooped the mushy cat food out of the can and into Tina's bowl. Nearly shoving my hand out of the way, she dove in, happily scarfing it down. I turned back to Eric to see that his attention was no longer on the décor. His eyes had locked onto me like a honing beacon. I suddenly felt very much like the gazelle that had just noticed she had invited a lion home with her.

"Uh... Can I get you some lemonade? Maybe some Sweet Tea?" I asked feeling very nervous all of a sudden. I started rummaging through a cabinet, reaching for a glass when I felt him behind me. His hands traced my arms with the faintest of touches.

"Don't get nervous on me, Sookie." He turned me to face him. "You know you felt something between us this afternoon." His head dipped down to taste the flesh at the base of my neck. I shuddered feeling his lips teased my skin as goose-bumps rose along my arms. "I felt it too."

My knees were bordering on weak when he gathered me in his arms before pressing his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I groaned feeling myself fall into the sensation and fervor. We stood like that in my kitchen, our tongues dueling, until Tina interrupted by bumping her head into my arm and meowing. I couldn't help it. I laughed as she meowed again, demanding attention. Eric smiled as I put her back on the floor.

"Why don't I give you the grand tour?" I said, walking towards the living room.

Ok. Game plan.

I kicked off my shoes casually as I walked before speaking. "This is the living room." I began unbuttoning my blouse as I moved through to the room to the stairs. As I stood at the bottom of the stair well, I dropped my shirt to the floor. I heard Eric's breath hitch every so quietly as I began upwards. At the top of the stairs, I turned heading for the spare bedroom as I unbuttoned my pants. "This is the spare bedroom." I kicked them off my feet before turning back to the stairs. He wasn't paying much attention now. His right hand trailed over my side and down my hip. I ignored him, well attempted to anyway. "That other door there is the upstairs bathroom." I made my way back downstairs before turning to the right. "And this," I said pushing open the door. "is my bedroom." I unhooked my bra, standing before him in just my panties.

His eyes were dark with lust as he pushed me back onto the bed, his hands instantly attaching to my breasts.

"I hope you got enough sleep last night, lover."

YES! I'm leaving it like that. Hahaha. I live to tease another day. But seriously, who knew this would develop into more. It's like watching porn with a surprisingly good story line (do those even exist outside of literature?)

Anyway, I will have more lemony goodness at some point but a lot of people are curious as to Eric's background and his mysterious sexy car. So I think I'll see where this takes me. I do apologize for the shortness of the chapter. I needed some sort of transition.

But if you do enjoy reading, please take the time to let me know. I have no idea what you think works because I'm sure it's pretty different from what I think works; especially when The Muse Eric wants to have it written his way. So if you take a few moments just to tell me what you did like, what you didn't like, etc., I'd be entirely grateful.