I do not OWN any of the True Blood characters nor the lyrics that I may use from time to time. So there.

I also can make no guarantees with this boring chapter. I think I have writer's block a little bit and really need something interesting to happen. Love is great and all, but it can be so boring. Review if you deem it worthy, or just wait for me to figure out how to write again. I suck.

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Genevieve looked over at Eric as she decided how to handle Nora. She knew that she could not just pop in and leave easily without some questions being asked, and she was also aware that Nora would become well aware of the situation tonight at Merlotte's. The waitresses that had been on duty had been the real gossip hounds of the bunch, and they had probably been on the phone right away. He looked back at her with a neutral face, and she sighed. "I guess you'll just have to come in, we can get all of this over with. I really wish….."

"What?" Eric asked her, and she shook her head slowly.

"I really wish that you had not come into Merlotte's tonight." She opened her door and got out, walking up to the apartment as he easily caught up to her. Before they reached the door, he took her hand to slow her down. He leaned down to kiss her warmly, and she felt her breath stop. He pulled away reluctantly, and sighed as she looked at him. They finished the few steps to the door, and Genevieve slowly opened it.

"Hey, you." Nora greeted her, and Genevieve glanced over to see that she was immersed in an Islanders game.

"Hey, No No. Who's winning?"

"Our team." Nora replied, turning her head with a smile. It left her face when she saw Eric, and Genevieve had to control herself from rolling her eyes. "Ummmm, hi."

"Eric Northman, Nora. Nora, Eric." Genevieve said, and Nora smiled awkwardly from the couch. The two greeted each other, and Genevieve looked at him. "I am headed to Shreveport for awhile, and came to get some things first."

"You mean overnight things?" Nora clarified, and Genevieve bit her lip. Nora met her eyes with a worried gaze, and Genevieve stared back with uncertain eyes. She knew that her best friend was lost right now as far as what was going on or ever had been going on, and she felt like a jerk right then. Nora stood up and pulled Genevieve to her room by the hand. "What is going on here, Viv?"

"We're working things out, or trying to. We were seeing each other very briefly before, and he came in tonight to see me. You'll hear more about that disaster later, but I am OK with him. I promise, Nora."

"But I have heard the things about him, Viv. He's not like you are." Nora said, and her eyes saw Genevieve's face. "Oh, God. Viv, you already……"

"It isn't what you think. I hope." Genevieve promised her, and hugged her best friend. "We do love each other, but we have had so many things go wrong so far. I am not in danger with him, and he has proven that he will do most anything to prevent me from getting into danger." Nora looked stunned as Genevieve looked into her face that was growing pale. "The things I wish I could tell you, No No."

"Yeah. Me too." Nora replied in a low voice. "When did this all start?"

"A bit before I went to Dallas, I suppose. I had been running from it for awhile, and I finally suffered enough pain to give him a chance. When we broke up, I missed him more than I could ever describe. It was for the….right reasons…..but painful for both of us. I think we're tired of being apart." Genevieve explained vaguely, and smiled. "He is really amazing."

"Be careful, Viv. Please be careful." Nora pleaded with her, and Genevieve nodded. The girls walked back into the living room, and Eric was sitting very still in the chair as he stared at the hockey game that was on the television.

"This is the sport that you scream over?" Eric asked her, and the girls both laughed.

"Obsessively." Genevieve replied, shaking her head. "I am going to get my things." She walked back into her room, and was pleased with the low hum of voices coming from the living room. She packed a change of clothes for the following day and some bathroom stuff that she needed into a backpack, and then returned to her bedroom as she had a last minute thought. She walked out into the living room to see Nora and Eric talking casually, and it sounded like she was explaining hockey to him. Genevieve suppressed a giggle, and he glanced up with warm eyes. "I have tomorrow night off, so I will see you soon." Genevieve told Nora, and walked over to hug her. Eric stood up and told her goodbye as well, and he and Genevieve left. He took her hand as they walked to the car, and she glanced up at him.

"So I am amazing?" Eric asked her, and she smiled. They reached the car and he kissed her as he pressed her against the car, and she slid her arms up his body.

"Very much so." Genevieve replied when he pulled away, and she took a deep breath. "I…..I love you, Eric."

"I love you, sharp mouth and all. You took me by surprise tonight." Eric told her, his breath in her face as he kissed her again lightly.

"You bring out the best in me." Genevieve told him, feeling her need for him growing rapidly. "Eric, can you feel my emotions any longer?"

"Dimly. We have not shared anything as of late to make the bond last." Eric told her, sliding her away from the door so that he could open it. She got in and thought for a long moment. He got into his side and looked at her face curiously. "What is it?"

"I don't either. Maybe it was the blood….." Genevieve's voice drifted off. She felt Eric staring at her, and she looked at him. "When I woke up in bed that night after you saved me, I felt flashes of what you were feeling. It grew stronger the longer I was awake, and I felt your desire at first as much as I felt my own. I felt your worry. It was so positive until we got to the meeting with Nan Flanagan. I felt all of your pain, so much so that it felt like I was being hit in the stomach. Something like that. That was why I had to leave the room, and then came the grief. Your heart wrenching grief that I felt on top of my own. I was sick with it. I lived for the love that I felt from you, but then that night I felt like it was gone. Now I don't feel anything from you."

"That is not how it normally works. I can feel your emotions, among other things. But I have never heard of someone feeling ours." Eric gazed at her with mystified eyes. "Am I the only one?"

"I felt it with my parents too. It drove them nuts at times." Genevieve admitted, and his eyes warmed.

"Only with people that you are very close to, then?"

"I guess so." Genevieve replied, and she looked at him. "But with you I guess I need a little more to keep it. Must be a vampire thing." He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, and she stared at his face as she light shifted. She memorized every part of it, and then focused on his eyes as he gazed at her. They were so blue, and she watched as they darkened with varying emotions. She felt her desire for him strengthen as he stroked her leg, and she took a deep breath. The drive was quiet as they just watched each other, and he seemed thoughtful as he sped up. He pulled into a long driveway and she gazed at the modern brown house, that was long and spread out. There was a small and simple yard near the door, but it was mostly driveway. They got out and he unlocked the door, and she laughed out loud. "I have slept with you, but I have never seen your house. That makes me seem kind of sleazy, doesn't it?"

"Not at all." Eric corrected her, opening it. She walked in and looked around at the simple and uncluttered front room. There was an obviously expensive leather couch that took up much of the wall and a large flat screen television on the wall with a table underneath full of electronics. There was a flat black table in front of the couch, and some simple art on the walls. She saw a clean modern kitchen to the left, and a few other doorways off of the room. She was looking at it with a growing smile, thinking it was what she expected of him. He pulled her backpack off of her back, and set it down near the door for her. He turned her towards him, and held her face in his hands. "I would have made love to you here first, Genevieve. I do not let any humans into my home, but I would have had you here at any moment. It would not have been enough for you to have shared that in the room at the club."

"You have a room at the club?" Genevieve asked, and he covered her mouth with one finger.

"You don't really want to know any of that, do you? I made love to you in a luxurious hotel room after I nearly watched you die in front of me. I made love to you there after you thought you were going to lose me. Would you change that for anything?" Eric asked her, and his lips grazed hers. His eyes took on a heavier look as she gazed at him, and he kissed her deeply. "I think I would have loved a bath with you though. The feeling of the hot water around us would have been nice." He felt her arms sliding up his stomach, and he pressed her into the wall gently. He slid his hands down and pulled her up, and she wrapped her short legs around him as she slid her arms around his neck.

Genevieve moaned as she felt him harden against her body, and he kissed her neck gently. She felt him pause and leaned her head over. "Are you hungry, Eric?' Her voice was a whisper, and he pulled back to gaze at her with dark eyes.

"I can barely stand the smell of you." His lips met hers again, and she pricked his fangs with her tongue. He pushed harder as he tasted the thin trail of blood, and she felt a rush of desire where their bodies met. "Are you offering, Genevieve?" His voice seduced her after he pulled away, and she whimpered.

"Yes." He let her down and kissed her hard as she held onto him, her feet barely touching the ground. He carried her to the couch and she stared at him as he sat closely next to her. He leaned in and kissed her neck again, and she closed her eyes. "Not on my neck."

"Let me make you mine, Genevieve."

"I am going to deal with enough when I return to work without bite marks on my neck. There are other spots." Genevieve told him, and he slid his hand up her leg. "Like that one." He kissed her again, and pulled her into his lap in one fluid movement. She stroked his hair back as they kissed each other deeply, and became lost in the moment. She pulled away slightly, and nibbled on his neck slowly and teasingly as he leaned his head back.

"Are you hungry?" Eric asked her, and she bit a little harder. He groaned and she felt his hands tighten as they slid down her legs.

"I am, actually." Genevieve replied playfully, and he stared at her with lust filled eyes.

"Come here." He slid her off of his lap and pulled her to a huge master bedroom that was one level down in the house. There was a huge bed in the middle with a dark comforter and a large TV on the wall. It was simple like the rest of the house, and she gazed around with curious eyes. "You are welcome in here whenever you want, Genevieve." He kissed her again, and she pushed him onto the bed slowly.

A few hours later, Genevieve rested on her stomach on the messy bed. She gazed at Eric as he stroked her skin with his fingers lightly, laying on his side. She let her eyes wander slowly, always marveling at his perfection. He smiled as she did it, and smirked when she met his eyes. "I never know when I am going to see you again." Genevieve made an attempt at a joke, and felt the lump in her throat. She stared forward slowly, and he brought his hand to her hair.

"Genevieve." Eric's voice was in her ear as he moved closer to her, and she jumped. "I am not going anywhere." She turned to look at him, and his eyes were searching her face. "What is it?"

"It just seems like something always happens to make up go away." Genevieve replied, and he kissed her. "I know that none of it is really our faults or anything, but I can't get used to the idea of of being really together. Are we going to do this for real now?"

"I'd like to." Eric said softly, and kissed her harder. She felt him push her onto her back and he kissed her neck hungrily again.

"Aren't you all filled up by now? There was multiple nibbles tonight." Genevieve teased him, and he pulled away.

"I could probably never really get enough of you, Genevieve. But perhaps it's your turn." Eric suggested, and she gazed at him. "We could be connected again, and you would be a bit more confident in my feelings for you." She thought that over for a moment, and he leaned in towards her neck. "I could just turn you right now and keep you forever as well."

"Do you want that?" Genevieve asked him, and he brushed her lips with hers.

"I would not be against the idea. I have only done that once with Pam, but you would make good company in several ways as well." Eric's eyes were thoughtful as he gazed at her. "Have you thought about it?"

"I haven't been with you for longer than a few days. Isn't that similar to you proposing to me right now or something?"

Eric kissed her long and hard, and she was left gasping for air, as well as a growing desire for him. "We will just see about that." His voice was low as he pulled away, and he stared at her. "Bond with me, Genevieve." She reached around his neck and pulled herself up to him, biting on his neck gently at first. She gradually bit harder, and he lifted her to sit on his lap as he sat up. He took a small knife out of his nightstand and she stared at it for a moment. "Shall I?"

"Please do." Genevieve told him, and watched with narrowed eyes as he made a small gash on his neck. She leaned in and covered the wound with her mouth, sucking it easily. He pulled her closer to him as she did, she could feel his desire rushing through her as she did. She sucked harder, and he moaned as he moved her body so that he was inside of her. She gasped, and he moved her easily with his large hands as he made love to her again. They held each other quietly afterwards, and she focused on his emotions as she rested in his arms. She could feel his desire calming down, and she smiled at something. "I would almost say you were happy right now, Eric Northman."

"I love you, Genevieve. I have missed you here with me like this." Eric told her, and she believed him as she felt it inside of her. She pulled away enough to look at him, and she kissed him deeply. She realized that she was starving afterwards, and he ordered something to be delivered for her immediately once she said something. She pulled on a large shirt of his to eat the food in the living room, looking to the near gourmet meal with surprise.

"A burger and fries would have been enough." Genevieve told him, and he smiled as he sat next to her.

"I like you to eat better than that." Eric told her, and she smiled.

"Do you hate food? Does this bother you?" Genevieve asked him, and he shrugged.

"I can deal with it knowing that you need it. I have little memory of it, and therefore no need to be around it."

"Oh, yeah. It has been a couple of years." Genevieve said, biting her lip. "Thanks for this."

"No problem." Eric told her, and she took a bite of the chicken slowly. It was perfectly spiced, and she moaned at the taste of the white wine sauce. He smiled and settled back, and she closed her eyes. They watched a movie after together, talking idly as he held her in his arms. She learned a little about his human life, and he asked her about her parents. Genevieve felt tears in her eyes as she described them, and he wiped her eyes dry lovingly as she let them slip down her cheeks. She told him about the relatively lonely life that she had led in New York, surrounded by many people not no real friends. When she had lost her parents, the rush of faces there to comfort her was staggering. She had not felt that it was sincere, but rather out of some kind of guilt. She had jumped at the chance to come here, and she gazed at him as she told him that. "Are you glad that our meeting happened?"

"I am. I am just confused as to why you created such a reaction in me, especially since I was broken when I came here to begin with. I did not enjoy the bad in our circumstances, or the tragedy. It seems surreal as I think about it now. I never knew that life could be so……." Genevieve let her voice drift off.

"You will find that from time to time with me." Eric told her slowly, and dropped his face.

"What is it?" Genevieve asked him, as she took a sip from her soda.

"I miss him greatly at times. I regret not being able to change his mind. I pleaded and offered to stand with him, but he ordered me to return to you." Eric told her, and she remembered what Godric had told her. "He told me that you loved me and that you needed me."

"All true." Genevieve agreed, staring into his face.

"He told me that he knew I loved you, and that was a rare thing. It was especially rare for me." Eric said, and met her eyes. "It was the only reason I had to walk away from that roof that morning. It may not have seemed like it, but it was."

"You deserved some time to grieve, Eric. I admit I didn't handle it well, but you deserved that." Genevieve said, resting her head on his chest. She yawned, and he stroked her hair back.

"Let's get you to bed." Eric suggested, and chuckled. "It is nearly dawn."

"Here's to a day of sleep." Genevieve said sleepily, and they walked together to the bedroom. She crawled under the warm blankets and curled up in his arms as she closed her eyes. He kissed her hair softly, and she smiled as she drifted off.

Genevieve returned to work in two days, after thoroughly messing up her sleep schedule. She instantly noticed the looks from the staff and customers, but was met by a comforting smile from Sookie. She rolled her eyes as a greeting and walked back to the office to stash her purse before she headed out to the lunch crowd. Sam was sitting at his desk, and their eyes met awkwardly for a second. "Hey, you." Sam said, and looked away.

"Sam, I just need you to know that I put all of it on Eric. He should not have reacted the way he did, and I am not angry with you. I now need to deal with….." Genevieve waved her hand, and Sam chuckled.

"They will eat you alive with their gossip." Sam agreed, and smiled at her. "You say it how it is, don't you?"

"You should have heard me going off on him out back." Genevieve agreed, winking at him.

"Sookie told me about how he saved your life in Dallas. I never knew that before. I have to appreciate it, and think that a part of him is at least decent."

"We'll see, Sam. We'll see." Genevieve replied, brushing her hair back with a small smile.