I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the wonderful feedback. It feels just great to read all your review!

Gals, here is some more fun! I know you might be all wondering when the hell are Eric and Sookie gonna get together? It shall happen very soon I assure you :)

I intend to loosely follow the plot of the fourth novel. Loosely as in don't expect it to be exactly the same, but I will try and keep it in touch with the AB vibe which I quite enjoy even though the man is taking FOREVER to bring E & S together. Hopefully you'll enjoy my take on the fourth book and the fourth upcoming season. The fourth and ninth books were my personnal favorites in the SVM series :)

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I woke up the next day and realised I had overslept. I was late for work. Well duh, I thought, with all my acquaintances making me nightly visits, no wonder I was so tired. Then I realised it was Saturday and I had the day off. I really needed some sleep. I wondered if Jason was up yet. I crawled out of bed and into the shower and when I was pampered and dressed, I went to the kitchen for a nice brunch. Jason was already there, sipping coffee, a very puzzled look on his face.

'I see you're awake.' I teased.

'Sookie, what am I doing here?' He muttered, questioningly.

'Oh, you don't remember?' I asked. How surprising, the man probably couldn't even remember his own name the night before.

'I simply remember going out with Crystal to a sort of party with Wiccans and then nothing. I woke up here and I was hungry and have a terrible headache.'

'You were drunk as hell and barged in my house at around 3 am. You didn't have your truck and you told me you'd walked. Who the hell is Crystal? And what were you doing at a Wiccan party? With Holly Clearly?' I continued, my voice rising with every word.

'Crystal's my new girlfriend. Girl from Hotshot. She's... special.' Jason muttered.

'What do you mean, special?' I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

'Let's just say she kind of does like the werewolves you told me about, but she doesn't turn into a wolf?' He said, quickly.

'She's a shifter?' I dropped my jaw popping open.

'Of some sort, I guess? She turns into a panther, a big black one. She's real scary when she does.' He assured me, raising his eyebrows in a very Jason-like manner.

'She's the one Pam smelt the other night at your place.' I simply breathed.

'I guess. But hey, she's real sweet and all.' Jason defended his girl immediately. We had to give him that, he was one loyal boyfriend when he decided to be. Which wasn't that often, but hey, he tried.

'Yeah, sure.' I said. I was willing to give the girl the benefit of the doubt, even though no one in town really liked the people from Hotshot. They were rather peculiar ones and they lived all alone in cheap trailers a few miles west of Bon Temps.

'What about Holly?' I suddenly asked. 'What were you doing at a Wiccan party? With Holly and Crystal?'

'Well Holly said she could help us with Crystal's problem. So we went and we drank something to commune with the spirits or something and them poof, nothing. I woke up here.' Jason replied.

'You took something from a supposed Wiccan to help your werepanther girlfriend without even asking what you were drinking?' I snapped, incredulous. Where did he keep his brain cells? In his pants?

'Well... Yeah. That was pretty stupid huh?' Jason asked.

I simply glared at him and opened the fridge.

'Bacon and eggs?' I offered him. He nodded and gave me a hand to fix us some breakfast.

'You alright Sook?' he asked, seeing me yawn for the fifth time in ten minutes.

'Just tired.' I replied, giving him a small grin. 'How are things going with Tara?' I asked him, eyeing him out the corner of my eyes.

'She won't talk to me. And she has been menacing Andy to tell on us. But I don't think she'll do it. I just hope she can forgive me... It does feel a whole lot better now that she knows.' Jason concluded, taking a piece of bacon out of the pan to chew on it.

'Yeah well she's had some tough times.' I muttered.

'I think we all have.' Jason replied, referring to Gran's death, René's murderous rampage, Maryann's folly and all the other things that had happened in less than three months. My life had changed drastically during that time. From a simple telepath barmaid, I had been a vamp's girlfriend, had killed a man in self defence, staked my boyfriend's maker to death, and discovered I was part fairy (whatever). I surely was looking forward for the New Year, where, hopefully, life would go back to its boring normality. No more deaths, bodies and blood. Yeah, fat chance, I thought.

'I'll get going Sook' Jason said once he had helped me with the dishes. 'Take care, sis. And thanks for last night. By the way, good job on the house.' He added, unsure as to how I had managed to renovate the whole place so quickly and with no budget at all.

He hugged me tight and then went out. I don't know how he intended to get back to his place, but I noticed a car had pulled up in my newly paved driveway. At the wheel was a girl I supposed was Crystal. The skin around one of her eyes was discoloured, as if she'd had a black eye quite recently. She looked bony and awkward. Jason had a magnet for trouble, I thought. Just as I.

At around 3 pm, Alcide's truck pulled in my driveway. I was lying in my bathing suit on the lawn and gave him a wave as he jumped out of his truck. He sat by my chaise in the grass and looked at me, appreciatively. Men. I pulled on my t-shirt over my bikini and sat up, waiting for him to speak.

'Hey, Sookie.' He said, smiling. He had the cutest dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, but that was as far as the adjective cute could apply to him. Not unlike Eric, everything about Alcide was man, strong and virile. From his messy curls to his untidy beard, to his thick and muscular arms, he looked as close to a wolf as one could get, yet he had a tender heart for those he cared for. Luckily for me, I was part of those people.

'Hey, Alcide.' I said, suddenly happy to see him.

'I'm sorry about last night. I was quite... impolite.' He excused himself, mindlessly patting my knee. My last experience at leg patting had been with a certain Mr. Northman and the idea was enough to make my insides go Whoopee!. Alcide's touch was quite agreeable, with his skin running a few degrees higher than the normal human temperature. A shifter thing, as far as I could tell.

'No biggy.' I replied, back to my being my pleasing self. 'What exactly did you want to talk about?' I asked, curious. I did not ask him to stop his leg patting and he didn't making small concentric circles on the sensitive skin of my thigh. I shuddered at his touch and he noticed it, his eyes taking in my offered lips. I took a peak at his thoughts which were harder for me to read than a normal human's. But his intentions were clear.

Oh Jesus and dear Mama. He raised himself to his knees and brought his lips to mine, kissing me deeply, one of his hand snaked beneath my t-shirt, the other in my hair. Wow. That was quite something! I moaned against his lips and his hand which was running under my t-shirt snaked higher, grazing my left breast. He almost growled and I bit his lower lip in response. He was quite the kisser, his tongue plundering my mouth and caressing mine in a quite pleasant way. He was really good. Different than Bill, but not quite as good as Eric. Eric was quite hard to beat at the task since he'd had a millennium to practice on willing ladies. I slipped my hand up his neck and grabbed a fistful of his hair, drawing another growl from his throat.

'Sookie.' He whispered lustfully. What was it with men these days! I thought. I suddenly pushed him back and stared at him, my eyes wide as plates.

'What just happened?' I whimpered, my fingers on my swollen lips.

'I don't know.' He replied. 'But I wouldn't mind doing it again.' He said, truthfully. Me neither, Alcide, me neither. But it wasn't a good idea. I decided I should listen to him first, and then let him ravish me on my new lawn. Smart thinking, I congratulated myself. What was up with me and my libido?

'You wanted to discuss something?' I reminded him when I notice his attention go back to my lips and my breasts.

'Yes.' He said after loudly clearing his throat. Woa. He did have a certain animalistic appeal to him. No pun intended. 'I wanted to offer you the shelter of my home.' He blurted out, his face very serious. I had a hard time not laughing out loud. I simply giggled softly and cocked my head to the side.

'The shelter of your home?' I repeated. 'You want me to move in with you?'

'Yes. I like you Sookie. I really do. And I want to protect you. You're not with Bill anymore so...'

'You thought you could take it from here?' I suggested, a slight smile on my lips. It was actually kind of sweet, but totally out of the question. He looked as if I had just taken his cookie away.

'Would you please honour me with a date?' He said, cupping my face in one of his strong, manly palms.

I thought about it for a second and then realised there was no harm in giving him a chance to seduce me. He was charming and kind and generous. Sure he had a crazy ex who wanted my head on a platter, but he was devoted and loyal and I was sure as hell he would never use me for political advancement. Oh, and he could actually do the groceries with me and rest in the sun without ending up looking like a campfire.

'Alright. What would you like to do?' I asked him, smiling.

'I could take you out to dinner or the movies?' He offered, grinning. That sounded pleasant enough.

'How about tonight?' I asked.

'I'll pick you up at seven?' He offered. I thought about the fact I was going to feel obliged to invite him in for coffee if he did and decided I'd rather drive my own car.

'Or we could meet up at the restaurant? I had some errands to run anyways.' I lied, my grin still plastered to my face.

'Sure thing.' He replied, brushing his dark jeans clean of any garden-folly evidence. He gave me the directions to the restaurant and then left, kissing me on the lips on his way. I laid in the sun a few more hours and retrieved to the warmth of my house when the day started getting chilly. I took a long shower and put on a cute yet sexy flowery dress I had worn once to Fangtasia. I left my hair down, remembering how much men complimented me on it when I wore it that way. I wore light makeup on most of my face but painted my lashes with lots of black mascara. It made my eyes stand out and I liked it. At 6:30 pm I locked my front door and swiftly walk down towards my car. I was stopped dead in my track by the sight of a certain Mr Northman leaning against his Corvette.

'What are you doing here?' I muttered, dumbfounded.

'You're breathtaking.' He said, his voice a deep purr. 'I wanted to see you, my darling.' He continued, taking my hands to draw me into his arms.

'I'm kind of running late.' I said, sheepishly, my chin up, gazing at his magnificent face.

'Running late? For what?' He asked, suspicious. He then breathed me in and winced. 'You reek of werewolf.' He grunted, spinning us around so I was the one pressed against the side of his Corvette. This felt oddly familiar. And oddly exciting. He was horny. How surprising not.

'I have a date with one tonight.' I challenged him, smirking. He pressed himself into me, leaving very little to the imagination at how well endowed he was. I gasped when he dropped his hands on both sides of my head, trapping me.

'I don't like that one bit.' Eric growled.

'I'm not exactly asking for your permission.' I replied.

'I wouldn't give it.' Eric replied, cocky. He looked at my hair and grabbed a handful of it before planting a wet kiss on my neck. 'I would totally fuck you right here, right now.' He breathed in my ear. Damn libido. I shuddered all over and my knees almost buckled. I might have slipped had he not held me up between his car and his body. He slid his hand up my thigh and caressed my skin right next to my lace panties, easing my dress up as he did so.

'What are you doing?' I asked, breathless. What the hell, Sookie, I thought, you have a date with another man!

'Teasing.' He whispered. He then swiftly moved back and grinned at his effect on me.

'How did it go with the witches?' I asked, intrigued, pulling down my dress modestly. I felt my cheeks flush at the ideas that crossed my mind and I was thankful he could only feel my emotional state and not hear my ideas. Which at the moment were rather sinful.

'Not as well as I expected.' Eric growled. He could be quite laconic sometimes.

'If you'll excuse me, Eric, I really am running late.' I said, strolling towards my car.

He looked at my ride, thoughtful and then said very bluntly:

'I've never seen such an ugly car. The color is just irritating.'

'Geez, thanks. I happen to like yellow.' I muttered. 'I'll remove my ugly car out of your sight so that its colour does not irritate you.' I snapped back.

'Can I offer you a ride?' He said, smug.

'I'm sure Alcide would really love that.' I replied, equally smug. I then slid in my car and drove off, leaving him to wander all he wanted. Without invitation, he couldn't exactly go in my house.

I drove as fast as I could and managed to arrive only fifteen minutes late. Alcide was waiting for me at the door of the restaurant and he looked happy to see me. He was dressed in a dark pair of beautifully pressed trousers and he had on a crisp white button down shirt. He looked quite the sight.

'You're breathtaking, Sookie.' He said, eyeing me meaningfully. Hu-huh, déjà vu. He sniffed the air unintentionally and then almost snarled.

'You reek of Eric.' He growled.

'For heaven's sake, what's with all the sniffing tonight!' I yapped, pouting. 'He surprised me at my place. He just wanted to talk. You know the drill. Can we go in?' I asked, giving him my most angelic smile.

'Sure, beautiful. Anything you like.' Alcide said, putting his hand on my waist as he held the door for me. The restaurant was French. Another déjà vu washed over me, this one painful, of the night Bill had proposed, not even a month ago. I gulped it down, intent on enjoying this night out.

Alcide turned out to be quite the gentleman and I spent a wonderful evening. After a delicious meal of canard à l'orange and gratin dauphinois, we concluded by splitting a crêpe Suzette. Alcide then took me to the movies and he brought me back to the restaurant so I could get back my car. Before I opened the door to get out, thanking him, he pushed a strand of my hair away from my face and went in for a kiss. I allowed him to do so since I did find him quite the attractive bunch. And he was very sweet and all. I really needed a sweet man to get over my Bill heartache, I thought. As the kiss deepened, Alcide's hands became more and more demanding, sliding down my throat to my chest where he cupped my breast. I moaned slightly and found myself straddling him, my back on the steering wheel. I was really enjoying this.

'Sookie.' He whispered, his mouth on my neck. His hands went down on my thighs and pushed my dress up, caressing my smooth skin in a way that made me want to rip his white shirt off. His muscles tensed up under my touch when I started nibbling at his neck. It was quite different being with a live person instead of a vampire. The breath intakes were genuine and the heat was real. My panties were clinging to me in a very unpleasant manner as his pants had suddenly gotten way too tight for comfort. I was about to undo his pants when I arched my back under his touched and my butt collided with the car horn. The noise surely was heard all the way back to Shreveport, I thought, mortified.

'Jesus Christ!' He yelped, surprised. I took that as a sign for the divine and swiftly returned to the passenger seat, with many grunts of pain on Alcide's part.

'I'm so, so sorry.' I muttered.

'It's alright, Sookie.' He said, his voice stifling a giggle.

'I am so clumsy. I'm sorry!' I continued, a thin smile on my lips. 'I think I'll go now. Thank you for the night, it was wonderful.' I said, kissing him lightly on the lips before I darted out of his car and trotted towards mine. He made sure I was safely in my car before he drove out. I followed soon after. I totally sucked, I snickered.