Hey guys,

so first of all Happy Thanksgiving! What are you all grateful for? I'm grateful for my wonderful friends both old and new, my family who i love and for my pretty good health this year. I just got back from my thanksgiving festivities in the main campus, it was very good.

So what's happened since last week? Not much. It's started snowing in places of England. I've started writing a couple of new one shots, one of which i could turn into a full length piece if so desired by you guys. There was a picture of ASkars/Eric in the tv section of the newspaper this morning, we're still on True Blood season 2 on normal television channels here. I skyped back home and the first thing i saw was a pic of Eric looking back at me, the one in the grey suit at fangtasia where he's looking all suave. Pretty good times. I also have a Fangtasia t-shirt on order, i was buying a gift for someone from the hbo store and couldn't resist.

Charlaine Harris owns the wonderful Southern Vampire Mysteries and the movie mentioned in here definitely doesn't belong to me, although it is a favourite of mine.

A massive, massive thank-you to my betas this week. I only gave them the second half of this chapter yesterday and they both got back to me with it in plenty of time for posting. So big round of applause to campyrs and Trajedy99, really couldn't do this without them.

On with the chapter.

Smiling like a complete idiot I grabbed his hand; the only confirmation he needed was to grab my had and lead me down the aisle to the bathroom. I couldn't believe I was agreeing but how could I not?

"What if someone sees us?" I asked quietly, although it wasn't really stopping me, since we were already walking down the aisle toward the toilets situated at the back of first class next to the little partition curtains. My gaze shifted cautiously over the random faces of the other passengers catching the red eye to Dallas, to be fair no one seemed to be paying us any attention with most people already trying to get some sleep.

"They won't and if they do, it does not matter. Relax lover." He spoke without bothering to lower his voice and I scanned the people again but no one seemed to have heard. The way he spoke the last two words was like a caress, tender and gentle yet still eliciting a guttural reaction of pure desire deep inside of me.

Astoundingly there was no queue for the restrooms although one of them was already occupied. I went in first, never letting Eric's hand drop; I didn't even have a chance to turn around fully before he'd closed the door, locking us into the largest airplane bathroom I'd ever seen, let alone been inside.

Almost instantly his hands were on me, roaming underneath my shirt and simultaneously picking me up to place me on the little counter that held the miniature sink. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in close to me, close enough that I could feel his gracious plenty ready and pressed up against me. Our lips never ceased moving, we were rough, both of us desperately needing to feel alive and each other after the recent events. My tongue scratched along his fangs purposefully, drawing just enough blood to make him groan into my mouth and thrust his hips forward, creating wonderful friction. My hands worked down, dragging my nails lightly down his skin until the waist band of his jeans stopped my progress. Nimble fingers made light work of the button and zipper, unfastening both so that I could push his jeans and boxers down over his hips; my trousers were the only thing between us.

"Eric," I moaned into his mouth, luckily he managed to cut me off before I got too loud. My word worked; he began pulling my jeans down, taking the lace panties with them until they were just a heap on the floor. As soon as I was free, my legs wrapped around him again; I couldn't stand another second with us not connected anymore.

"Look at me lover." He pulled back enough, breaking our kiss, for me to stare into his lust darkened eyes. Making eye contact was all it took for him to thrust powerfully, entering me fully in one motion without any preparation. It was exactly what I needed in that moment.

A strangled cry erupted from my mouth. It was cut off halfway through by his lips on mine and I threaded my hands into his hair so that he couldn't pull back again. He kept moving and I quickly felt wonderful things beginning to build deep within me but it wasn't quite enough. I wanted his fangs in me. I yanked his head to the side and turned my head too so that his mouth was grazing my neck.

He wasted no time in placing open mouthed kisses along the length of my neck until he found the vein he wanted, using his tongue to lick and fangs to tease. "You have to be quiet." He mumbled against my skin and it was probably pure luck that I actually understood him. I nodded, not caring that he couldn't see the motion; I couldn't articulate a verbal response that made any sense.

He sucked a patch of skin into his mouth for a second, letting me feel his fangs digging in hard enough to walk the delicate line between real pain and pleasure. I didn't get anymore warning than that. He struck down hard, fangs instantly breaking through my delicate skin in an eruption of ecstasy that almost pushed me over the edge into oblivion. My blood flowed freely from my neck and into his mouth, yet still he drank deeply, sucking out my delicious blood. I couldn't stop myself from making noise; I had to let something out because my body just couldn't contain everything that was happening. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming loudly, knowing that that was the exact thing I wanted to do beyond all else.

It was at that precise second that I was thrown over the edge into orgasm, a combination of his thrusts hitting parts of me that evoked carnal responses and his fangs in my neck. A cry, too loud for our location, but I couldn't bring myself to care at all, rumbled up my throat, only softened because Eric quickly pulled himself away from my neck to cover my mouth with his in a deep kiss. I was in pure bliss and I brought Eric with me not a second later.

"Are the cabin crew looking at us strangely?" I asked quietly. We'd returned to our seats a couple of hours ago and we were pretty much the only people still awake in first class. Whenever one of the attendants walked past I thought they were giving us weird glances, more specifically me and then their eyes were roaming greedily over Eric.

"Don't worry about it. If you really want to know use your telepathy." He whispered into my ear, being conscientious of the sleeping passengers around us yet still giving me a surprise when he grabbed my earlobe between his lips, tugging slightly.

"Stop it," I breathed, trying not to alert anyone while still getting my sincerity across. Of course it didn't work, I only succeeded in eliciting a silent chuckle because I really didn't want him to stop; he did wonderful things to my body and apparently he felt the same about me if I could only trust his fangs. In an effort to concentrate on something else apart from the fire that was beginning to burn inside me I lowered my shields slightly, enough to listen in to the stewardess that was currently walking up and down the aisle.

I wonder how the hell she got him. If he can make her make those noises in that short amount of time I need to get me a guy like that. Heck. I need to get me that guy. I've never heard anything like that before. From that point her thoughts took on an explicit nature going over all the couples she'd discovered or overheard in the restrooms. Apparently we seemed to have the most fun and she was definitely jealous. With red tinged cheeks I clamped down on my shields; hearing those thoughts wouldn't help me relax at all.

"Well?" How Eric knew that I'd been listening into someone's mind I didn't know.

"Nothing." I replied quickly, probably too quickly since a smirk crossed his lips. It amazed me that no one around us had recognised him as a vampire, he wasn't exactly trying to hide the fact although on the other hand he also wasn't flaunting his true nature. To me though he screamed vampire, it was like a vibe that he gave off. He was ridiculously tall with a look that didn't quite fit in during these years; his hair was even longer than the fashion, he was paler than any normal human and his eyes had a strange quality about them that I could only describe as supernatural. You would never classify him as a dumb blond, you could see his intelligence shining out of his eyes and it was the only part of him that showed his real age and the centuries that he'd seen. Of course all vampires had a slight glow about them to me so I could spot a vampire in a crowd without having to use my telepathy at all.

"Shit!" I blurted out suddenly, flushing all over again when I realised the volume with which I'd spoken. My gaze was instantly met by Eric's very amused face, his question written clearly across his face. "I never called my Gran back! She's not going to be happy." I sat forward, resting my head in my hands with elbows placed on my knees.

"She'll understand."

"I'm not telling her what happened. I couldn't do that to her."

"Why not?"

"She's old and she worries enough as it is, I can't tell her I was kidnapped by a part demon and almost shot by crazed men on the same night."

"She has a right to know, she's your grandmother; she cares about you." He placed a hand on my back, drawing lazy circles with his fingertips and I could feel his coolness through my shirt. "I'll tell her what I told you." He paused, fingers still moving and it was enough to get my attention, making me peep between my fingers in a rather immature gesture. "I won't let anyone hurt you." I smiled weakly at him but I still believed him and oddly enough I thought my Gran would believe him too. Whether she or I would trust him not to hurt me, emotionally, was a completely different matter. Nevertheless I found myself relaxing and I leaned back into him to rest my head against his chest with his arm around my shoulders. I didn't really move for the rest of the plane journey, I just listened to the silence that filled his chest. It was strange but I had to wonder if he missed feeling his heart beat in his chest. He loved life and the feel of a heart was so pivotal to life. I had a feeling he was listening to mine beat while we sat there.

"Sookie, we've landed." His deep voice was echoing around my head and I had no desire to move what so ever; I was comfortable and safe wrapped up in his arms. During the course of the flight I'd changed position so that my legs were over his lap but I was still curled up so that my head rested on his shoulder with his arm around my waist. I hadn't slept at all during the flight, sleeping throughout the day had a tendency to make you not tired, so I'd just been resting and deep in my thoughts. Mainly I'd been wondering about what would really happen to us when got back and whether I could trust his promises. "Come on lover." I loved it when he called me that, it sent tingles down my spine in a way that no other person ever had; it made me feel special.

Begrudgingly I sat up properly, gathered my things and joined him as he stood up so that we could get off the plane. Being in first class we were actually let off of the plane first, something I'd never experienced; it was much less stressful not having to wait in the queues and the shoving that inevitably lasted the length of the plane. I followed his tall frame down the plane with my rucksack thrown over my shoulder. As soon as we reached the door we were hit with the warm air of Dallas, still retaining heat from the day even though the sun had set several hours ago. We didn't have to go via baggage claim because we just didn't have any bags and passport control was a breeze with a vampire in tow.

I managed to find Pam in the arrivals lobby without any trouble at all despite not having seen her for several months, well it wasn't like she could have changed. She was holding a cardboard sign, the kind that taxi drivers usually hold with a surname of the expected party on it. Only Pam's sign had 'Master' written across it in an elegant flowing script of bright crimson ink. I couldn't help but laugh; she had the best sense of humour out of any vampire I'd ever met, including Eric. It wasn't just the sign that got to me; she was holding the sign in one hand, two fingers at the front giving us the flying V. Her other hand was resting on her hip and the expression on her face was perfectly innocent. Unlike the other times I'd seen her, purely on business; she was wearing a pale salmon sweater of what I judged to be cashmere and cream trousers teamed with sandals.

Beside me I felt Eric chuckle, his chest vibrating with the motion. His right arm was draped lazily over my shoulders and he'd taken my back pack, giving us the perfect impression of a chivalrous man with his girlfriend. "Pam," he greeted. Although his tone didn't give anything away I could tell he was genuinely pleased to see her; he gave her a deep nod, something that wasn't usually given to subordinates.

"Eric," she returned, giving him a deeper nod yet never shifting her almost pouting expression of utter boredom. If they'd been human they would have given each other massive bear hugs, with many friendly pats and possibly even kissed each other's cheeks. However since they were both undead it never progressed to that stage although Pam did take down her sign. "Oh Sookie, what a pleasant surprise. Still have a knack for getting into trouble then. This will be fun." She sounded sincere. I remembered the last time I'd seen her, she'd been over in Bon Temps to talk business with Sam, my day job boss. That happened to be the night a coven of travelling vampires had stopped by Merlotte's. By the time they left I needed, yet refused, paramedic treatment and the main dining area had been trashed.

Pam lead us out of the airport and straight into the short stay parking lot where she'd remarkably managed to park a gleaming black Audi saloon in the first and closest parking space not designated for disabled people. Surprising me even further she sat behind the wheel and Eric gracefully climbed into the back seat even though it wasn't a week since he'd complained to me about not being able to drive. I clambered in next to him, allowing my body to sink into the supple leather seats.

"How is Fangtasia?" Eric asked from his spot lounging against the window with his arms tucked behind his head and legs outstretched as much as possible. He'd passed the journey to the highway in silence.

"Exactly how you left it except I now have an office."

"Where?" was his simple reply; he hadn't moved an inch, he didn't seem surprised by this little fact where as I was already beginning to feel out of the loop.

"Second storeroom on the ground level."

"Okay." I had a feeling I was missing something and when I caught Pam's eye glinting, smirking glance in the rear view mirror I knew they were sharing something at my expense. After that they began to talk bar business which quickly became complete jargon despite me having worked at Merlotte's for more years than I cared to remember. Some days I felt really old.

Even though I hadn't felt sleepy on the plane I must have fallen asleep shortly after getting onto the highway because the next thing I knew there were gentle, opened mouthed kisses being planted across my neck and face. I kept my eyes closed just to prolong the experience; he knew I was awake; he'd be able to tell when my breathing changed and the slightest change in my heart rate. He complied though and the way his kisses got harder by his fangs beneath his lips he liked continuing too.

"Oh please, you two will make me puke." And just like that my moment was ruined by Pam's voice. My eyes snapped open to find that she was twisted around in the front seat, a small smile on her lips. She was mainly obscured by the gorgeous vampire leaning over me, his long blond hair creating a sort of curtain around us. My head was resting on the back seat where Eric had been sitting with his jacket draped over my torso to keep me warm. He was kneeling on the floor in front of me, the front seat pushed as far forward as possible to accommodate his tall frame.

"Pam," Eric warned without looking up; I stared straight up now so that his ocean blue eyes were all that I could see. The car was no longer moving but I couldn't be bothered to lift my head to look out of the window. I didn't need to, for some reason I knew that we were back in Bon Temps, I could just hope we weren't idling in my drive way; my Gran would have a field day with questioning me if she saw any of this. "We're back at your house lover." I groaned, letting my eyes flicker closed for another second before I made motions to sit up.

"I'm not waiting." Pam drawled a second later. I really liked her; she went against most things that I recognised as vampiric traits and it was just plain amusing to see a young vampire go up against someone as powerful as Eric.

"I was planning on making my own way back. See that the bar is closed up correctly and that all the papers are ready for the order being placed tomorrow." They didn't bother saying goodbye, Pam just turned around to stare straight ahead while she waited. Eric climbed out gracefully, taking my bag with him and then he turned around to offer me his hand which I gratefully accepted.

We were actually at the bottom of my driveway near Hummingbird Road, out of view of the house although you could see the illumination cast by the security lights in the yard. The gravel underfoot was still delightfully complete; it had been replaced six months ago and I was worried that it was beginning to wear away. As soon as the door closed behind us Pam drove away with a screech of tires that made me take a cautious step back out of the way.

"I'm really not looking forward to this," I whispered as we set out for the house. It was the middle of the night; my Gran should be asleep, safe and sound tucked up in bed which would leave me with no option but to wake her up. Leaving things until the morning would just make the entire situation worse.

"I'll be there if you want me to stay." It was the new kindest thing he'd ever said to me; I couldn't help but squeeze his arm tightly as we walked. If he gave me the choice he would never leave my side through this.

All too soon we reached the front door. I patted my pockets and it was only then that I realised that I didn't have my keys; they'd been in my purse, the one that I hadn't seen since I was kidnapped. Even if I hadn't wanted to wake my Gran, I didn't have any choice now unless I wanted to spend the night on the porch. Sighing and quite scared I raised my hand to knock as loudly as I dared on the old wood. The sound seemed to echo in my head, making me wince at how loud it was. Eric stood stoutly by my side, his hand on the small of my back and I wasn't entirely sure if he was supporting me or making sure I didn't run back down the drive. I'd rather take on a supernatural being than my angered Gran; she could be very sweet and loving but you didn't cross her.

"Who is it? I'll warn you now I've got the gun out!" I heard her voice from behind the door, sounding very strong to the point of confidence; I didn't doubt for a second that she was clutching the shotgun that we kept in the under stairs cupboard.

"Gran! It's me!" I called back loud and clear, making sure she could hear me. My words were quickly followed by the sound of several bolts unlocking and the next instant the door was thrown open to reveal a very relieved looking little old lady. I couldn't hold myself back, I sprang forward and wrapped my arms around her shoulders hugging her close to my chest. My nose buried into her hair which was in its customary night time braid; she smelled like vanilla and cherry blossoms. To me she was safe and home. "Hi Gran, I'm so sorry." I whispered as I felt her arms slip around my waist to hug me back.

"I'm sure you have a very good reason. Now, come in and tell me." I released her slowly, not surprised that my eyes were wet with unshed tears; I was finally home after the ordeal of the past couple of days. Before she could turn away I brought her attention to the man still standing in the doorway, taking up most of it actually. He looked even paler with the dark back drop; I smiled at the sight of him stood on my porch.

"Gran, I have someone you need to meet first. Eric, please come on in." I smiled up at him as he crossed the threshold as soon as the words had left my lips to stand by my side. "Gran, this is Eric." Surprisingly he actually offered out his hand, carefully raising my Gran's hand to his lips for a motion that I could tell affected her by the broad grin that decorated her face.

"Come in, come in." She waved us both into the living room, flicking the lights on in the house as she went.

"Would anyone like any drinks?"

That was how I came to be sitting in my living room in the middle of the night with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, my second of the night, sitting back to watch as my, I struggled for a word to describe him here, with my Gran who was just lapping up the attention she was getting. We'd explained as much as possible, or rather as much as I was willing to tell, about why I hadn't been able to get in touch for the past few days. Eric was a saviour during some of the questions; he had an amazing ability to think quickly, coming up with plausible stories that were close enough to the truth for me to be able to keep track of the plot. Essentially I'd been in an accident involving a human member of a rival group that had sent me to the hospital for a few hours with a concussion. This would be my 'altercation' with Caleb and how I'd been knocked out with chloroform. We told the truth about the Guardians attacking, just leaving out that Eric had been shot or that the shooter had actually been aiming for me. The room under the Tower of London was transformed into a vampire friendly hotel nearby.

"I am just going to call Pam, make sure she got back okay." My Gran had just finished asking him what he remembered of the American civil war which turned out to not be much since he wasn't in America during the time, rather England with Pam. I also knew that this was some form of an excuse to leave the room; Pam didn't need looking after and he could just have easily sent her a text message. To say he was over a thousand years old he was quite up to date with linguistics and technology. He was actually better at using a computer than me and he could text much faster. It was actually rather irritating.

He'd barely closed the back door when my Gran turned to me, her eyes sparkling and I knew this was going to be the conversation I was dreading. "Tell me why when I called your cell phone it was answered by a man? A man that knew you were asleep without even checking?" She stared me down and I had to fight to keep the blush from spreading across my cheeks, giving me away.

"Eric had taken me out on a date. I was staying in the human suite of his room because there was an issue with the water in my flat." My Gran wasn't a prude, but she also really wouldn't want to hear that I'd been sleeping off a wonderful night with Eric. "I told him I was going to bed, he didn't want to double check in case I was asleep."

"Are you two together?" We'd been sitting on the same sofa but we hadn't been touching at all, occasionally my knee would brush against him as I fidgeted but that was all.

"Well, I'm not sure. We've been on a couple of dates but that was in England."

"Is he good to you?" I nodded before replying with a verbal yes too, just to emphasize how good he really was to me. "Then I'd better speak to him." As though he had been called he walked back into the house, regaining his seat next to me on the sofa and finishing off the last few mouthfuls of the synthetic blood he'd been given.

"Pam okay?" I asked, not bothering to hide the smirk across my lips as I spoke. He simply nodded his head in return.

"What are your intentions with Sookie?" My Gran bluntly asked and the blush I'd previously held at bay successfully spread across my cheeks.

"Only the best. I wish to take her on a date the next night she has off from work. She will be treated like the lady she is."

"Were you in bed with her when I called?" Her eyebrows rose up to almost meet her hairline as she stared pointedly at Eric. The blush across my cheeks spread wide, covering what felt like my entire face; I couldn't believe she was asking these questions. Eric handled it wonderfully; he didn't appear fazed at all, probably because the question didn't bother him. It seemed that my Gran didn't fully believe or trust me since she'd already gone down this line of questioning with me.

"No, she was staying in the human suite of my hotel rooms."

"Okay then. Well I'll leave you two alone now. I need to get some sleep. Sookie dear I will see you in the morning." She stood up and I met her, wrapping my arms around her small shoulders with as much force as I dared, trying to desperately show her how much I loved her and that I really was glad to be back home. Eventually I let go and sat back down on the sofa. "Eric, it's been nice meeting you. If you do anything wrong to her though," she let her voice trail off in a silent threat. It was quite funny that she was threatening a vampire; mind you, she had done it to Bill when we'd first started dating and as far as I knew he was still avoiding her at all costs for fear of what she would do.

I had to admit that when my Gran left us alone the room quickly became full of awkward silence on my part at least. I wasn't sure how to act around Eric now, I was sure my Gran had freaked him out a little although it might have been refreshing for him to be treated like a normal human suitor. Well normal if I ever had any human suitors anyway. Nervously I turned around in my seat to look at him but he was already staring back at me, sitting closer than before.

"Are you staying the night?" I kept my voice as quiet as possible; I wouldn't put it part my Gran to be listening at her bedroom door and for an old lady she had surprisingly good hearing.

"Yes, there is an underground safe place I can use for the day near hear. Or I could always go and stay with Bill." A wicked smirk crossed his face, remaining in place as his eyes began to gleam with mischief as he concocted some devious plan to make Bill squirm. It was a rather tempting thought sending Eric over to stay with Bill; Bill would have to take him in since Eric was sheriff and it would cause serious jealousy. "I like that idea." He shook himself after another second, clearing his head of obviously amusing thoughts and returned to looking directly at me.

"Would you like another True Blood?" I asked already getting up.

"No thank-you," he replied quickly, already directly behind me and closer than I thought. His chest was only a couple of inches away from my back, I could feel his coolness surrounding me and I found myself leaning back into him, knowing that I had no risk of falling. His arms wrapped around my waist instantly as he buried his nose into my neck, sniffing deeply. I was suddenly very aware that I hadn't had a shower in a couple of days; I'd been able to have a wash in the safe room under the Tower of London which I was highly grateful for but my last actual shower was too long ago. "What would you like to do tonight?" His lips were skimming over my skin, teasing me with every syllable.

It was a silly idea, I had no real hope that he'd want to do it but I couldn't resist; I wanted to feel safe and just relax. "How about we watch a movie in my room?" I'd recently had a television installed in there, it wasn't quite as big as the one in the living room but it was decent and it had its own built in DVD player.

"That sounds good." This time he accentuated every word with a little nip that sent shivers running down my spine every time his teeth connected with my flesh. I needed to get out of this embrace quickly if he was ever going to let me go for a shower.

"Okay, stay here and I'll be back in about twenty minutes. Human requirements." I squeezed his arms around me for a second before releasing him and stepping smoothly out of his arms. I didn't look back as I scurried across the hall and into my room to grab my things before I could head into the bathroom. My room didn't have an en-suite although with only two people living in the house at the minute it didn't make any difference especially since it was next door anyway.

I'd barely started to lather up the shampoo in my hair when I felt the disturbance in the room. Someone was in here with me and my first reaction was pure shock followed swiftly by fear as I tried to determine who exactly it was; in hindsight, that was a rather silly feeling. It was all overtaken by elation as I realised who had joined me, locking the door behind him with a metallic click.

"Hi," I whispered out, only just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the water pumping out of the shower head.

"Hello lover," Eric replied as he opened the glass door so that he could step inside in all his naked glory.

"You know my Gran is just down the hall right?"

"I'm not thinking about your Gran," he replied with a bemused expression as though he couldn't understand why I was thinking about her at a time like this either. I wasn't entirely sure myself. By this point she would surely be asleep and it wasn't as though she could accidently walk in on us or anything. He must have noticed I still wasn't fully in the moment because I didn't even see him move before his hands were in my hair, massaging my scalp and his lips were on mine, fighting for dominance which I gladly gave to him. It was safe to say I never thought of anything but the two of us for the remainder of the night.

He was deliciously cool against my heated body and I found myself pressing even closer because of it. His moaning response was all I needed to wrap my arms around his neck to pull myself up to onto my tiptoes so I could reach him a little bit better. His hands left my head to trail down my back and it wasn't until I felt the hardness of the bar of soap that I realised he'd grabbed it. He worked across my entire body, my shoulders, my back and down to my bottom, getting as much of my thighs as he possibly could without stooping. It also worked to elicit growls from my throat at the teasing motions; I ended up tugging on his hair in frustration, dragging him further under the spray with me.

Just after my hands had begun to wander across the expanse of his muscles I was spun around with no warning, causing a slight squeal from me which I quickly stopped. Somewhere deep down I knew we had to be quite quiet. I was soon pressed up against him, my back into his chest and I had to close my eyes when I felt his gracious plenty digging in too. My front then got the same treatment as my back although he'd stepped us forward so that my hair was fully rinsed by the time he'd finished teasing me with his brushing strokes over my lower stomach, upper chest and thighs.

"Eric," I mumbled, hardly able to articulate even a simple word. His chuckle resonated in my ears as he squeezed me tightly into him. He pressed open mouthed kisses down along the line of my neck, starting off softly and then pressing hard enough so that I felt his fangs digging in. I snapped at that point. I turned around to face him, a slightly snarling growl on my lips before I brought my lips to his in a fierce kiss that actually sent him back half a step.

In a whirl of motion I was pressed up against the freezing cold tile by his cool body, still under the hot spray from the shower. The temperature contrast was a delightful new sensation and I showed my appreciation by hitching my leg up over his hips. It was the only other hint he needed before he grabbed the back of my thighs so that I could spread my legs around his waist properly and then he was in me, driving me over the edge into oblivion quickly. At some point I begged for him to bite me, I discovered the little marks in the morning, but I honestly didn't remember it.

"No clothes," he chastised as I went to grab a pair of pyjama boxer shorts from one of the drawers. The pair that Amelia had given me had miraculously been packed during the rush to leave the hotel; they needed to be put in the laundry though so this was a simple black pair. I raised an eyebrow at him in question. Eric was lying on my bed, unashamedly sprawled naked on top of the duvet with one arm tucked behind his head so that he was still somewhat sitting up. It was all thanks to Eric that I'd been able to make it back to my bedroom and in fact that I was dry; my legs had only just started working properly. "You wanted to relax and watch a movie. I do not want any barriers." I glanced down at the towel that was wrapped tightly around my body; it was a little on the small side since it was effectively pushing my breasts up and was only just a modest length on my legs. "No towel." He growled out and when I glanced up at him I found that his eyes were sparkling, watching every little movement I made. I smiled slightly to myself before grabbing the remote control and walking over to him, dropping the towel just before I slipped underneath the covers. He swiftly joined me, pulling me into his side.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked, lazily switching the television on and swapping through the channels.

"I don't care," he replied honestly as his hand began to roam up and down my back, tracing little patterns on my skin as he went. It was his own fault, giving me free reign with the remote control. We ended up watching the movie Queen of the Damned which had only started a few minutes previously.

That was how I ended up going to sleep; curled up around my vampire. My head rested half on his chest, half on his shoulder with my arm thrown around his chest so that I could play with his hair this time. I had one leg over his meaning that I was pressed as close up to him as I possibly could get; he really didn't seem to mind. If anything he seemed to enjoy it, pulling me closer anytime I moved minutely. I had a sneaking suspicion that he was a snuggler, even if he would never admit it. An hour into the film my eyes began to droop so I spent the rest of the time listening to his mutterings.

"Vampires would never do that, it's just ridiculous." He muttered at one point, referencing the way the vampires were attacking the stage one by one. "Attack all at once, it's one of the first things you learn."

"Good soundtrack," I managed to mumble back, not bothering to open my eyes.

"Hmm. I can think of better sounds." I actually swatted his hand away as the one that had been gesturing at the television came under the covers to rest on my waist moving inwards toward my chest.

"Later," I whispered. At least I think I did. I was perfectly content and perfectly safe. Nothing could bother me now, not even the fact that I knew he wouldn't be beside me when I woke up in the morning. I needed to invest in more black out blinds, I already had the shutters. With that last random thought I finally succumbed to full sleep, full of dreams of a certain Viking vampire I knew.

So what did you think? You know i love feedback almost as much as i love a certain viking vampire. The two lemons in this chapter was asked/requested/guessed by a reviewer so you have her to thank for that. If you ever want to see anything or have any form of suggestion, let me know i'm happy to try anything out, even if it ends up being an outtake.

The title this week, I can't make you stay comes from the My Chemical Romance song. I'll admit i hadn't thought of one and that happens to be the song playing on my playlist at the minute. If you have a better suggestion let me know.

I think that brings this little chapter to a close. So thanks for reading, and i'll see you next friday. *hugs*

Happy Thanksgiving!