AN- All characters are property of Charlaine Harris.
As they pull in the driveway Sookie is happy to see that her Gran is not awake. She is not ready to introduce Eric to her yet. She is sure she will have to tell her everything eventually. There seems to be no way around it and she knows that her grandmother will not understand her actions even with the full truth. How could anyone believe such an outlandish tale? She wondered if she even believed it. But how else could she explain the things she seemed to know about Eric. How she knew this mysterious language?
Eric jumps out of the car and quickly moves to open her door for Sookie. She is still reeling from the events of the night and hardly notices until she sees a slender hand extended toward her. She gratefully excepts the help out of the low car. She finds herself not wanting this vision to disappear. Afraid that in the morning she will find it all a mad dream.
The night has gotten very cold. She is sad that she turned down her Grans suggestion of taking a sweater now. Eric can see her shivering as she walks to the house so he takes advantage of the situation and picks her up before she can argue. He folds his arms around her protectively. The effect is almost like putting a jacket on and Sookie gladly welcomes it. She finds herself burying her head again his neck. She realizes instantly that she could stay this way forever and be happy. She lets out a sigh and wraps her arms around his perfectly muscled chest.
They get to the door and Sookie digs around in her purse for her keys. She manages to get the door open but Eric refuses to let her out of his hold. She stares up into his eyes, "Would you please come in Eiríkr?"
He closes his eyes and tips his head back, "You have no idea what that does to me Sookie." When he looks at her again his fangs are clearly visible. He steps into the house with her in his arms, quietly closing the door behind him. He can hear that her grandmother is deeply asleep and this emboldens him. "Which room is yours my love?"
Sookie blushes and points to the room next to her grandmother's. She is not sure what has gotten into her but she feels daring.
Eric peeks into her room and almost laughs at what he sees. This room was obviously designed for someone much younger. Perhaps it is the furniture that she has used her entire life. He can see that he will have to invite her to his house, soon, and hopefully often. The thought of her laying on his bed and in his house sends shivers through him.
He gently lays her down and dutifully runs his hands down her legs to remove her shoes. He watches as she sighs at his touch. Quickly he removes his own shoes and places them on the floor without a noise. He crawls his way up her body like the predator that he is.
"It is too bad that I can not take you right now," Eric whispers into her ear. "I have serious doubts that either one of us can be quiet."
His words set her on fire and she knows the truth of them. Eric would make her scream and that is something she definitely didn't want her Gran to hear. The very thought of being with him was driving her mad. She could think of many things that can be done quietly though. She pulls Eric into her and kisses him for all that she is worth. She hasn't had much practice at kissing, but he sure has. As she lets her instincts take control she recalls how natural it is for her to be with Eric.
Eric lifts himself off of Sookie long enough to remove his vest and quietly sets it on the ground. He does not want this night to end anymore than she does. Her fingers trace his muscles deliciously.
"Sookie, my love," he places a finger over her lips, "I want you to be very quiet." He moves his finger slowly down her neck. He roams a trail between her perfect breasts. Pausing momentarily to push the top of her dress down freeing one of her breasts. His mouth hungrily latches onto her nipple as his hand plays with her other breast. Gingerly he punctures her breast, he just wants to taste her and he can not control the desire. He can feel her pulse racing and breathing is becoming ragged. She tastes magnificent. Like no other human he has ever had.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight Sookie?" His roaming finger finds its way up her inner thigh. He can already feel her arousal, the heat is flowing off of her in waves. She squirms under him as he pulls her underwear down her legs slowly. He grins at her wickedly as he descends down her body. Gently he pushes up her dress and gazes at the beauty between her legs. He growls fiercely. She is very wet and it is all for him, only for him. He can not contain himself anymore, he attacks.
Sookie almost remembers too late that she must be quiet. She grabs her pillow and uses it to muffle her screams. She can feel him licking, biting, kissing, rubbing, and poking. She can feel it all driving her to the brink. It is absolute ecstasy. Just when she thinks she can't take it anymore, he stops. She whimpers lightly right before he bites into inner thigh. She didn't think think such a thing could cause such a reaction but suddenly she is flying. She can not believe how easy it was for him to push her over the edge. She claws desperately at the bed with one hand. Her other hand holds the pillow firmly in her mouth knowing that it has done little to muffle her cries. Eric carefully licks up her wounds and makes his way back up the bed. She was extraordinary.
When she came back down to earth, she nudged Eric to roll over. Two can play at this game. She smiles at him wickedly. "It is your turn to be quiet." She reaches up and hands him the pillow. Then she moves down and fumbles with his pants. He moans softly and reaches down to help.
She has never done this but she has seen it play out in her head many times. The things people think can be quiet informative sometimes. As soon as she sees what she has to deal with she knows this might be difficult for her. She runs her tongue slowly up his entire magnificent length. She glances up to see him shoving the pillow into his mouth. This gives her all the courage she needs. She takes as much into her mouth as she can and uses her hands for the rest.
Sookie spares another look up and is surprised to find that her pillow will have to be thrown out. He is tearing it to shreds with his teeth. Her speed is slow at first as she can gets used to having him down her throat. Through the pillow she can hear his moans, hopefully her grandmother can not. She senses his his urgency and picks up her pace.
Eric crams the tattered remains of the pillow in his mouth as Sookie sends him over the edge. She swallows everything he gives her and slowly stands up. He watches as she reaches behind her back to undo her dress. It falls the floor and he catches his first real glimpse at her body. She shyly turns and removes her bra only to replace it with her nightgown. She is magnificent in the moonlight that seeps through her window. She makes her way back to Eric. Curling up next to him with her head on his chest.
He gently combs his fingers through her hair. "So where does a sweet little thing like you learn how to do that?," he wonders aloud.
"Did I do it right?," she blushes. "I've never done that before." But she has to admit she completely enjoyed the power it gave her over Eric. She absently examines the tattered remains of the pillow. She will have to get rid of that before her Gran finds it.
"You were magnificent Sookie. I am sorry I destroyed your pillow. It smelled deliciously of you however," he sighed thinking of what he really wanted to do to her.
"I pick up a lot from people's minds. Most things I don't want to see. But some can be...educational." Usually that was a close as she ever came to such things, observing. She was happy to experience this all first hand.
"May I meet your grandmother tomorrow?" Really he just wanted to see her again, but he knew he would have to meet her Gran sometime. Better sooner than later, he needed to get Compton out of the picture entirely. It bothered him that Sookie's grandmother had taken a liking to Bill.
"I work early tomorrow so I should be ready by dark though if you want to come over." She still wasn't sure what she would tell her grandmother but she was too tired to think about it now. She drifted blissfully to sleep holding Eric.
He held her for awhile, listening to her shallow breathing. He moved out from under Sookie careful not to wake her and put his clothes on. He gazed down at Sookie sleeping soundly, bits of pillow where everywhere. He laughed softly and picked up the pieces. He can imagine the story she would have had to tell her Gran if she found this mess. He quietly made his way out of the house.
Instead of going straight to his car, he heads to the side of the house. As he suspected, Bill is standing near Sookie's window.
"You enjoy the show?," Eric smirks. He curses himself inwardly for forgetting to have Sookie revoke Bill's invitation.
"What are you doing Eric? Why her? She was mine." Bill almost sounds sad, but Eric knows better. Bill has always had a sick thing for his own maker. He wonders why Bill is pushing so hard.
"Did you know that she is a virgin Bill?" There is no way that he is going to tell this idiot how much Sookie actually means to him. Eric was more than happy to let Bill think that he only wanted Sookie because she was a virgin.
"I suspected," Bill lies. If Bill had known that he would have already been with her. No surer way to secure a virgin than to be her first lover. Plus it would have been delightful. The Queen will likely punish him for his inaction.
"Do I need to set up a chair out here or are you going to except that Sookie is mine. She came to me freely Bill, I have broken no laws here and you know it." Eric suspected he was going to have to arrange to have Sookie watched at all times.
"I will be here when you throw her away like every other fang-banger you enjoy," Bill announces down his nose.
"You are a fool, Compton" With that Eric almost leisurely smashes his elbow into Bill's face faster than the younger vampire could even register leaving a shattered mess where his nose was a second earlier.
Barely on his feet Bill kicks at the ancient viking's knee. Had he been faster or older he would have destroyed the delicate cartilage of the joint. But he was not. Eric brushes the foolish attack aside and wraps his powerful hands around the smaller beings chin and base of the skull. Quickly he wrenches Compton's head around until Bill could see his own ass.
"This is how a war is won. With quick and decisive action. Since you will not learn, what is yours will always be mine." He leaves Bill in a crumpled mess knowing that it will take awhile for him to recover.