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PART SIX

Though I saw that Eric was about to speak with intensity, I spoke before he could.

"Bill! What are you doing here?"

Charlotte Bourg cocked her head at me, and her gigantic, beautiful green eyes became even bigger as she concluded that Eric was wiping blood off my neck from the feeding he'd done only moments before they walked in. Bill pulled the girl closer to him, her long brown tousles resting on his chest.

"I was hoping to still catch the Queen. I can see that she's not here, so Charlotte and I will just be on our way then," Bill said with a solemn nod, not looking me in the eye.

"I was just about to suggest the same thing," Eric said, easily agitated at Bill's presence.

"Who's your friend?" I asked, attempting to be nonchalant. Though I was intent on maintaining my relationship with Eric, I was still hurt that Bill had already found someone new...and that his hand was so low on the small of her back he was practically groping her ass right in front of me. But no. I can not be upset by this.

Charlotte's smile revealed a set of perfect teeth surrounded by full, crimson lips that contrasted her ivory skin. She stuck a perfectly manicured hand out toward me.

"Charlie Bourg," she said, her voice reflecting the classic sexiness of Marilyn Monroe. "So nice to meet you, Sookie."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "How do you two know each other?"

"Charlotte is my decorator," Bill said, looking at her with a smile.

"Bill's got such a great place, it needs a little sprucing up," she said nudging him and winking an emerald eye.

"Well, you sure as hell look like you're looking forward to sprucing up Bill," I said with an attitude.

Eric's cool hand gripped my wrist with force and I looked back at him. His face was tight, eyes furrowed and almost hurt.

"We ought to be going now. Eric," Bill said with a nod, then looked to me like he had a million things to say, but instead decided on, "Goodnight Sookie," before he and Charlotte walked out of the office.

"Eric, what'd you go and grab me like that for!" I asked.

He still held his grip on my wrist. "Sookie, I need to make things precisely clear. You are mine. You will never, ever look at Bill Compton the way you just did again."

Great. Just great.

"Eric, I wasn't-"

"No. I am two thousand years old, I know jealously when I observe it." His perfect lips mouthed the intense words as he stood, towering over me.

"Jealous? I'm not jealous, I'm...just..surprised, that's all."

Eric's oceanic eyes drifted, looking emptily away onto the wall behind us, his hand still holding my wrist tightly.

"Did I hurt your feelings?" I asked.

He turned back toward me and applied pressure against my body so my back was arched against the table, and his long, lean body was hovering against mine. He studied my face before carefully, tactfully like a predator. This was not sweet and cuddly Eric, or hot and steamy Viking Eric. This was vampire Eric. His beautiful face was cetimeters away from mine, his eyes deadpan set on mine, and his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.

"Sookie, I have allowed you to hurt my feelings...Are you aware of how precious...how rare a power that is to have over me?" He spoke so softly for being so upset.

I let out a nervous release of air against his perfectly pouty lips.

"Answer me," he said in a whisper.

"Yes," I gulped. "I am," I said, my lower lip caressing the parting of his mouth.

He nuzzled his lips against mine and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes nearly resting on the tops of his chiseled cheekbones.

"And do I have your appreciation?" He mumbled, dragging my lower lip between his. "Your utter...absolute...unconditional...infallible appreciation?"

My heart was banging loudly against the walls of my chest and I breathed heavily onto his lips, which were teasing my ridiculously. Beyond my sexual desires, I understood something so profound....Eric Northman, in his own, semitwisted, vampire way, had just told me he loved me, and was asking me if I loved him too. I figured since he was having trouble directly saying it, I'd just say it myself.

"Eric, I l-" I started, but was interrupted my Eric's lips finally taking mine in fully. I parted my lips and he tickled my tongue with the tip of his, then sucked at my bottom lip. Oh God... Before he spoke, his teeth nipped at my bottom lip, tugging seductively at the flesh.

"Sookie, let's go," he said.

And I agreed.

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Eric, deciding not to show off his flight skills, followed my little yellow car in his much pricier one back to my home in Bon Temps. I drove nearly fifteen over the speed limit, but Eric called my cell and instructed for me to be more careful, but I told him I was simply anticipating our first night in my home together. He parked behind me, and placed his hand on the small of my back as we climbed the few steps to my doorway. When I unlocked the door, I noticed he was hesitant.

"Oh! Sorry, I almost forgot," I exclaimed.

His lips formed a sexy smirk.

"Come on in!"

He followed me in, gazing around the place, soaking it all in. He raised an eyebrow. "Your home is very...classy."

"Well, thanks," I shrugged. "Uhm, so... I'm gonna run upstairs and take a quick shower. How 'bout you just stay down here and relax? Put those big feet up for a little rest," I winked.

He nodded and placed his hand on the small of my back. "Take your time," he said before giving me a kiss on the forehead.

Reluctantly, I headed upstairs for a shower. What can I say? I'm a girl that likes her showers. I ran the water, and stepped my red-toenailed feet into the hot, steamy fall. I applied a luscious shampoo lather to my hair, as well as conditioner, softening my blonde tresses. I applied a rose-honey scented body wash to my loufa and caressed my tanned skin before rinsing off, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. I dried the moisture from my body and hair, and slipped into a white, empire-waist camisole and matching lace boyshorts.

I crept into the darkness downstairs, calling out for Eric over the sounds of soft music playing in the background. I tiptoed into the living room. No Eric. I turned to approach the kitchen when I felt a finger slide down my back.

"I'm right here, Sookie," he said from behind me. He greeted me with a succulent kiss on my neck, ran his large but delicate fingers through my hair and down my chest, grazing my already hardened nipple. My hand found it's way to the back of Eric's head and I pushed it forwards slightly, to let him know I was ready. His tongue slid across my milky neck, up my jawline and onto my ear, which he playfully nipped at.

I turned to face him. God, he was so tall and dominating, although I knew his insides were made of honey. I stood on my tiptoes and threw my arms around his neck. He then cupped one lengthy arm underneath my bottom, the other across my lower back, and lifted me up to where he was cradling me in his arms carrying me up the staircase, all the while his eyes melting into mine.

Eric layed my yearning body gently down on my bed, adorned by a downy white comforter, and my trembling hands met the soft fabric of his shirt, which I unbuttoned to reveal his gloriously defined chest and abdomen. Those Nordic eyes looked at me intensely as I unzipped his pants, then he shifted and brushed them off the bed and onto the floor. He was wearing black underwear that covered about a third of his thigh, but I decided they were unnecessary and slid them off, revelealing his hard and ample member. Eric's exquisite face came to mine and he lightly kissed my nose, making me giggle, then his lips met mine with intensity. His damp lips puckered against the skin of my neck, then down my chest before he met the white fabric of my camisole. Those alabaster fangs introduced themselves once more, and the look in his eye was a mixture of both animalistic lust, as well as delicate fondness for me. His teeth slid the straps of my camisole down before they met in between my breasts and slowly, carefully, tore the fabric all the way down to my navel, as if it were made of paper.

My heart pounded loudly. "Eric...you tore my cami."

A devilishly handsome smirk framed his pearly fangs. "I'll buy you a new one," he said kissing my now bare chest. "I'll buy you a thousand new ones." He kissed me all the way back upwards to my face and shifted his body onto me, so that I could feel the heat of his hard cock against my wet, pulsating cunt. The only thing that separated our nether regions from colliding was a tiny layer of fabric that was my panties. Eric slid his index and middle fingers down my panties, quickly finding my heat and rubbing my clit tenderly. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he slowly inserted himself into me, stretching my vaginal walls in the utmost pleasurable way, sinking deep inside of me as if he were touching my core. His perfectly shaped behind moved forward as he thrust rhythmically, though gently, inside of me. The pleasure, the feeling was so intense, slow and steady with the power of a steam engine. It was almost painful to be fucked so slowly and deeply, but it hurt so good. I let out a squirming moan of pleasure as I wrapped my leg around his perfect bottom and he sank even deeper into me, making me feel as if I was about to burst. I jutted my curvy hips forward and Eric's lips released a sensual moan into my ear, making me shiver as his teeth dragged into the skin just below my ear. I realized the snagging of his fangs had caused me to bleed a little when I felt the moisture of his tongue slowly lick the area. He finished a moment after, then looked me directly in the eyes. He had a small spot of blood on his lips, which he licked as he thrust into me more. This was so deliciously good it was unbearable.

"Eric....Oh...Oh...Uh-ohmygod," I breathed outward.

"Sookie, look me in the eye," he said with a grunt. I could feel myself about to come.

I looked at his beautiful eyes once more as I felt the pressure in between my legs, the pounding, the pulsating.

"I want to look in your eyes as I make you come," he said onto my lips.

I exhaled heartily. If I could think straight, I'd say that that's about the hottest thing a guy's ever said to me in bed. And that's why only moments after that, I came like an explosion, as did he, filling my cunt with the warmth of his climax, and all the while, his blue eyes intensely magnetic towards mine.

Eric, still inside me though we had both came, moaned loudly and his head fell onto my shoulder. His chilly hand found mine and he grasped it, interwinding our fingers tightly as I waited a few minutes to catch my breath. When my breathing was steady, Eric's head popped up and he removed himself from me, then pecked me on the lips before he spoke.

"Sookie....I don't believe I've ever felt anything that intense before."

I brushed a piece of blonde hair from his face and smiled.

"Neither have I."

He smiled sweetly, light radiating from his angelic face. He rolled to his side and pulled me close to him, his long, strong arms wrapped around me, hugging me like I was going to be carried away by a forceful wind. We were cuddling so that my nose and mouth were at his Adam's apple, which I kissed tenderly and he chuckled. I loved kissing every little perfect part of my Eric Northman.

"Eric," I said nervously. "I...I think..I think that I love you," I blurted out.

To my surprise, he answered almost immediately and without any hesitation.

"And I, you, Sookie Stackhouse."

Those words made me smile as I fell asleep, and probably throughout the entire peaceful night with my Viking. I didn't dream of anything that night, though who could have anything better to dream about when they're in the arms of Eric Northman?

I woke the next morning to find that Eric had purchased some new curtains for my entire house. 100% UV-ray blocking panels, to be exact. They were pretty chic too, like modern, pale white, rectangular thin slabs on my windows. Very avant garde.

I was disappointed to see that Eric was no longer cuddling me against him, so I rolled out of bed, slipped into an old, but comfy pink robe, and trotted downstairs to the smell of....maple syrup?

The small T.V. I had in the kitchen was turned to the Food Network, where my tall Viking was standing (in those adorably hot underwear), with a hand on his hip and the other hand holding a spatula, watching an episode of Paula Dehn, and apparently, making his girlfriend pancakes.

"Good mornin'," I said with a bright smile.

Eric turned and smiled. "I'm learning to cook."

"And why would you go and do somethin' like that?" I asked playfully.

"To get what I'm getting right now: that pretty little smile on your face," he said.

I couldn't help but blush at his sweet statement. I also couldn't help but notice that my kitchen just didn't seem the same without the sunlight pouring in as it usually did during mornings.

"I see you've noticed the new window treatments. They're removable by remote. I assumed that you'd be fine with me having the workers install them late last night after you'd went to bed. They...tend to make things easier for my kind. Vampire's aren't early birds," he winked.

"No! I like them. I really do, they're real cute in their own way. It's like your own little touch in my house," I said reaching up to place my hand on his face.

"Good," he nodded with a smile. "I'm glad that you like them."

"So...pancakes, huh?" I raised an eyebrow as he flipped one in the pan. He was doing a pretty good job for not having cooked in the past couple thousand years.

"Correct. You'll have to understand that pancakes are very traditional in Swedish culture. Although, during my Viking days, Aunt Jemimah wasn't exactly a popular item."

I slapped his chest playfully and smiled wide up at him. He leaned down and planted a tender kiss on my lips before pulling out a chair for me to sit in. I did so, then he came behind me, kissed me gently on the neck, and presented a perfect stack of pancakes to me. I dug in, and it was, much like everything else he does, incredibly delicious. I watched him heat up a TruBlood in the microwave and he looked back adoringly at me. And I could tell already that today was going to be a perfect, perfect day.

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THANKS for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Personally, I think this is my favorite hook-up scene between Eric and Sookie, just because of the intensity of their sexual chemistry and the strength of their feelings for one another. Lots of ideas are swarming through my head for Part 7, and I can say that as of right now, there will be appearances from Bill, Caroline, Sam, Lafayette, Tara (and the rest of the Merlotte's regulars) as well as Pam and Queen Sophie-Ann. It's going to be quite dramatic and very unexpected. Be prepared, readers!!!!

Love ;)
Jaclina