FIRST OF ALL, MEA CULPA, IM A BAD UPDATER... I'm sorry I left you hanging there with the handkerchiefs and all. I know, I'm bad, bad bad. I'll make it up to you :) promise!

So here is the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it!

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***Songs to listen too:

Heads Will Roll- Yeah Yeah Yeahs (title comes from this amazing song! One of my all time favourites! Check out the A-Trak Remix which is a blast!)

You Did (Bomp Shooby Doody Bom) - Chuck Prophet (TB SOundtrack love it)

Dirge - Death In Vegas (the vibe, my friends, the vibe!)

Secret Smile - Semisonic (sweeeeett!)

TA-DA! ENJOY!

A week passed by, time excruciatingly slow. I worked double shifts almost everyday to make up for my lack of work whilst I'd been baby-sitting my Viking. Irony of life, I missed him being around all the time. And stupidly enough, I took his lack of calls, texts or such as an invitation to sulk on my side. By now, I expected Pam had filled him in on what had happened during those few days he'd been under Hallow's spell and stuck with me.

Of course, some parts Pam couldn't fill him in, but I couldn't muster the courage to do it myself just yet. I felt empty inside, like those chocolates I received as a child for Easter- the ones you gleefully expect to be full but weight them and know better. I was missing something and knew just too well what that thing was. Sam didn't bother with asking me what exactly was wrong with me because I did the job and he was a bit too caught up with fighting with Tommy to give me any more attention than I deserved. The only person at work who in fact still cared to ask me how I was doing, was Holly. I was glad she had come out of this safe and sound as well as Arlene and her kids. Arlene hadn't spoken a word to me since the witches had brought her back her kids. I couldn't exactly blame her for telling on me and Eric, but I didn't feel it fair for her to blame me for her kids being kidnapped in the first place.

Tara hadn't showed up at Merlotte's much and I selfishly enough did not have the energy to go to her place to ask why. I did give her a few calls to inquire about her – she had lost her boyfriend in a terrible manner after all – but to no avail. Either her cell phone went straight to voice mail (and she didn't bother with actually calling me back) or her phone was just off. I decided I'd let her come to me when she needed to.

In an entire week, I heard nothing about the Supes' world and I was starting to worry. How long would it be until the news reached New Orleans that Eric wasn't under the curse anymore and that I was to say it mildly ripe for the picking if Sophie-Anne so decided to? I knew for a fact that Bill had returned from Peru to his family house right across the cemetery, obviously back in the good graces of McAlister since he'd probably delivered the notorious database. I had caught him passing by my place a few times when I checked the surroundings at night. I didn't mind him being there and even felt safer for it. He had broken my heart but he was still watching out for me. I had no doubts he'd been told about the arrangement the Queen and Eric had, either by Pam or by the Queen herself. For some obscure reason, I knew he would defend me if the Queen decided to pounce.

When I got home from work on the seventh night since I'd barged out of Eric's Corvette, I felt a presence and hurried inside. I had no idea who was lurking in the woods but decided best not to actually go check it out. A faint tap on my front door made me jump out of my skin. I checked through the window and was relieved to see Pam perched on my porch in her six-inch heels. I opened the door and invited her in, surprised by her presence.

'What are you doing here? Is something wrong with Eric?' I asked, suddenly very worried.

'Of course something is wrong with Eric!' She growled. 'He lost his memory of whatever happened between the two of you and you won't tell him about it!' Pam continued, tapping her foot furiously on my carpet. I sighed and offered her a seat in my living room. She sat down and gracefully crossed her legs before continuing.

'Sookie, you have to tell him. Everything. He's going nuts!' She commented - clearly pissed.

'Hasn't he always been a bit?' I offered, scolding myself for being sarcastic at the worst of times.

'Sookie, he's fired all the staff at Fangtasia this week. Twice.' She replied, her arms crossed over her chest in obvious annoyance.

'Twice?' I asked, curious.

'I had to rehire the whole lot the moment he fired them because there wasn't any time for replacement. But tonight he did it again. He even decided we'd close for the evening because he wasn't in the mood to entertain the masses.' She continued. I realised how bad Eric must have felt because there was nothing he loved more than to feed his ego on his throne.

'Damn it, Pam, what am I supposed to do?' I asked, exasperated.

'Tell. Him. The. Truth.' Pam replied, separating the words as if to give them more meaning.

I put my face in my hands and whined.

'I don't know Pam, I don't like him to feel terrible like that but how am I supposed to tell him everything?' I muttered, looking at her expectantly.

'Sookie, between us girls, we both know he'd mad about you. And you about him. Just get over yourself and tell him already!' Pam replied.

'He's not mad about me! It's my blood!' I replied. He couldn't be. He just couldn't be. 'For all the time you've known him I can't believe you don't see that the only reason he's going nuts right now is that he doesn't control everything! The man is a power freak, Pam. You of all people must know that!' I snapped, stubborn.

'And you are one stubborn breather!' She hissed. (Dead on, Pam, dead on – pun intended). 'He keeps asking me to tell him what happened between the two of you! As if I could tell him! He doesn't give a dang about the Queen and the witches! He wants to know about you! And I basically had to physically stop him from coming here every single night to force the words out of you!' She bellowed, exasperated.

I frowned at her and stood up, pacing the room nervously.

'Pam, as much as I'd like to help I simply don't know what to tell him. I mean how am I to tell him that we… that we…' I stumbled on my own words. Was I really having that kind of a discussion with a vampire? With Pam?

'Had sex with him. Many times. Yes, I could tell. You two were like college kids who just discovered the joys of the carnal acts.' Pam sneered. 'Sookie, you love him. Just tell him already.'

'I don't!' I replied, abashed. Pam didn't even bother with an answer. She raised a sceptical eyebrow and stared at me. I turned my face away, one hand on my eyes, trying to gather my thoughts. 'Alright maybe I do' I finally admitted, sitting back down on the couch.

'Then tell him!' Pam snapped.

'What if he doesn't? What if he laughs at me? I've taken my fair share of ego wounding, but from him? That would be the pinnacle, Pam.'

'Have a little faith, isn't that what your monks say?' Pam sneered. I almost laughed at that.

'They're priests, Pam.'

'All the same! Boring old snores if you want my opinion…' Pam muttered gloomily. 'Now get your act together and come with me.' She said, pulling me off the couch.

'Not tonight! Geez, Pam, not tonight, please! Let me gather my thoughts or something.' I begged, trying to shake my wrists free of her grip. Did I ever mention how strong vampires are? What's the need for manacles when you have a pissed Martha Stewart version of a vamp trying to pull you out of your home to drag you someplace you really don't want to be…

'No time for that, Sookie. I won't spend another night with him whining and pacing and being a pain in the ass. A gigantic one at that.' Pam said, pulling me towards the front door.

'I'll come tomorrow! Please, just let me come tomorrow night. I look like a car's ran over me right now and I'm tired. Please?' I gave her my best puppy eyes and she stopped hauling me towards my front door.

'You promise?' Pam said, raising a warning finger right under my nose. She looked dead serious. People say the female is the most dangerous of the specie and right about now I could tell by her look she certainly was the most dangerous of all.

'I swear on pain of death I'll be there tomorrow night. And I'll tell him…' I finished, defeated. What point in arguing with her anyways? Pam seemed like one who always got her way, which was maybe why she'd endured Eric for so long.

'Fine. Be sure it will be painful and deadly if you don't show up tomorrow night.' She growled menacingly. 'And look pretty. Wear red, might tempt him to not rip the whole place to shreds if he's got something else to busy his hands. I'd hate to have to redo the pain in his fucking office. Again.' I decided not to inquire further about that because the only images that popped into my mind were that of a very feline Eric scratching the walls of his own office. Which might have made me giggle any other time but not now with Pam throwing daggers at me with her eyes.

'And you'll tell him everything. I've had enough of him asking me how many times you've had sex together. As if I cared! I'll see you tomorrow night, Sookie.' Pam drawled before sliding gracefully out my front door and out of sight.

The next day went by in a whoosh as I was only working one shift. I finished at dusk and headed home to change and get ready for my big meeting with Eric. I dreaded seeing him again a lot more than I'd thought I would. I took a long shower and picked that perfume he liked so much, dabbing a few drops behind my ears, between my breasts and at the hollow of my wrists. I applied my makeup carefully and opted for waterproof mascara – better safe than sorry. I pulled on a nice little dress I had that had three quarter sleeves since it was quite chilly outside with December approaching quickly. It was a bright cherry red and unlike many of my summer dresses, the skirt of it didn't flare out. It hug my curves more closely and I suddenly was glad I'd shed a few pounds from the stress of life threatening situations. I wore no jewellery as it always got in the way and picked a nice pair of heels. I left them off since I always had trouble driving with those on and grabbed my purse before I headed out the door.

The drive to Shreveport was pretty eventless except that I felt my insides churn with apprehension. When I finally pulled on the Fangtasia parking lot, I was a bundle of nerves. I thought for a second about running back in my car and rolling back to Bon Temps. But Pam's menaces resounded in my ears and I realised I'd been a total floozy to Eric by leaving him in the dark like that. Pam wasn't on duty at the door tonight but I still managed to slip in without waiting the long line because most employees knew me. I went straight for Eric's office, nodding at Pam on my way. He wouldn't be in the bar and I didn't need to even look to know that. I stopped in front of the closed door of his office and took a deep breath before I lifted my fist to knock.

'Go away, Pam!' His voice boomed through the door. He must have been quite pissed because he didn't feel me through the bond. Not the way I felt him anyways. I could tell with every fibre of my being that he was close by because my entire skin covered in goose bumps. I opened the door slowly and I slipped in, closing the door behind me. He lifted his head and stared at me, his eyes wide in disbelief.

'Sookie.' He simply muttered, sitting up straight, taking in the sight of me. He looked relieved.

You must be dreaming, Northman. Why is she here? I thought she was pissed or mad at me… what the hell is she doing here? Why is she still dressed? Why does she even bother with clothes at all?

I blushed at his thoughts and reminded myself that this was the only part I wished to keep secret. The cursed Eric had accepted my reading his mind because it worked for us in that predicament but I wasn't sure regular Eric would be glad to learn I could hear his thoughts once in a while.

'Eric.' I murmured, dropping my purse on a chair. I took a slow step towards his desk. He just sat there looking at me and me at him. As if we hadn't seen each other in years, when in fact, it'd only been a week. But it had felt like years. I bit my bottom lip nervously and breathed deeply. Where to start…

'Why are you here?' He finally asked, palms flat on his desk, unmoving. I could see his fingers tremble, a sight I was not going to forget. See, when you're around vampires for so long, you don't expect them to do something so human such as trembling or sniffling or such. But Eric's hands were trembling. From what I couldn't tell.

Gentleman, gentleman, gentleman. Red dress. On her. Why do I want to jump on her so bad… However pretty that little dress is I'd rather see it thorn to shreds and her wearing nothing at all…

I parted my lips to speak but no sound would come out.

'Why are you here?' he asked again, standing up slowly. In the blink of an eye he was in front of me, one of his strong hands cupping my chin softly to angle my face up. I thought I'd collapse just there. He was so… perfect. Goddamned perfect. Screw him and his perfection. That is exactly what I wanted to do right now but we really had some matters to settle first.

'I came because I… We need to talk.' I whispered, my breath shallow. His touch always had that effect on me and my being deprived of it for a week seemed to emphasize the effects.

'Will you tell me what happened between us?' he asked, hopeful. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes a few seconds, enjoying his caress on my cheek and down my neck and on my collarbone and –oh Lord- on my breast. I stopped his hand before it continued its descent and I moaned softly because of course the man had two hands and treacherous ones at that and the other one was very effectively cupping my behind.

'I can't talk… if you distract me.' I blurted out, pressing my forehead to his shirt. I inhaled deeply, enjoying in the scent of him. Perfect, like him. Somehow, I briefly wondered if during the past few weeks I hadn't died and been taken to my very own private hell in which he'd be my tormentor.

He let go of me briefly only to pull me down on the couch next to him. I'd never been that nervous before and regretted briefly not letting him go further earlier, just in case this was the last time we had some fun time. The thing I feared most in all this was that his infatuation with me had had to do with the curse. I knew he desired me physically, but I also knew it had been more when we'd been together. A lot more. On my part at least. Hopefully on his too.

We stayed in silence for a while and impatient Eric finally took unto himself to speak.

'I might be immortal, but I rather doubt you are since you seem very human. And very appetizing must I add. Will you just get to it?' he asked, his voice soft.

'I don't know where to start…' I replied, honest, looking at him from the corner of my eye. Had he scooted over or was I dreaming. Nope, he was closer. Our thighs were pressed together and if I couldn't feel the cool of his skin through his jeans, he sure as hell could feel the warmth of mine – I was practically radiating heat.

'The beginning is always a good place to start with.' Eric replied. I frowned at him and stuck out my tongue at him. Right, Eric was back.

'Eric it's not that easy for me… I mean I don't even know if you'll believe me!' I whispered, closing my eyes, just enjoying his presence.

'I trust you.' He replied, turning my face to his, dropping a kiss right below my jaw near my ear. I whined and tried to pull away.

'Maybe you can multitask real good but I still am just human. And by God, yes you can multitask.' I whimpered as his mouth descended on my neck towards my collarbone. The man was going to be the end of me. His lips stopped their ministrations and he pulled away.

'Sorry.' He whispered, a small grin on his lips. 'It's just I still can't believe you're actually here.' He said as a mean of excuses.

'I am. And I'm not going anywhere until I've told you everything.' I replied, clutching his hand. His thumb caressed the palm of my hand softly and he kept his gaze on our entwined fingers as I started to tell him what had happened, Sookie-version.

He did not interrupt me once but I could feel his hand tense at some parts of the story. Through the bond I got a flow of different emotions so strong and varied it was hard to keep up with them. I told him everything the best I could. Apart from the sex which I mentioned but kind of skidded over because I was still too good a girl to turn myself into a sex-operator. I resumed it to the fact he was quite creative in the bed department. Which earned me a chuckle. When I finished speaking, I was almost out of breath for spilling it so fast. The only fact I didn't share with him was that I could hear his thoughts.

'Why is it that I wait so long to make love to you and when I finally get to, I don't remember it?' He growled softly. I turned to look at him and prepared for the last and most painful part of my account.

'There's something else, Eric.' I whispered. Oh god, how was I going to tell him that I loved him? How in heaven's sake was I going to tell him that.

'Yes, my love?' His voice was like velvet on my skin as his mouth gently sucked at the sensitive skin right behind my ear.

'I…I…'

'Yes?'

'I love you.' I dropped. I looked at him. He looked at me the exact same way he had after we'd kissed for the first time. He looked very human at that moment, very vulnerable. He didn't say a word for long minutes. It felt like hours and I was beginning to feel as if I might just go and he wouldn't notice, but suddenly, he was all over me. And I mean literally all over me. He was kissing me within an inch of my life and I was more than gladly responding. Our mouths danced on their own accord as if we'd been born for it. His hands were lost in my hair and I was glad I'd decided to wear it down. It felt as though he'd just decided I was his new favourite flavour of ice cream and he really wanted to eat the whole pot. My hands were roaming freely on his body, mapping him out. As if I could have forgotten just how perfect his anatomy was. Especially his butt which I gladly cupped, pressing him to me. I realised just then how I'd never felt such a chemistry in all of my (short) kissing history. It was as if our mouths were the matching pieces of a puzzle. He roughly pushed me down on the couch and he slid his hand under the hem of my dress, pushing it up until he reached my hip. He was growling and I was panting like crazy when his mouth finally let go of mine.

'You're perfect.' He purred in my ear, pulling down the neckline of my dress over my shoulder to bare some more skin there. He was biting my neck, not in vampire way. Actually, it felt more like he was doing his best at giving me the biggest hickey in history. And I didn't care one bit. This felt right. This felt bloody perfect. Actually no, he was still way too covered for my liking. I roughly pulled his tank out of his jeans and scratched his pecs, drawing blood, as I yanked it off him. He groaned menacingly and I was afraid I'd hurt him but…

'Do it again.' He didn't have to ask twice. He liked to play rough. And I liked it too as long as I got to play with him. I was so naughty I blushed at my own thoughts. His breath was sending jolts of pure desire down to my very core. I dug my nail down his back, drawing a hiss from his mouth as he tried to remove my dress.

'Don't rip it, I like it.' I moaned, as his mouth hovered over my breasts.

'I'll buy you another one.' He replied, splitting the collar of the dress to allow himself a quicker access to my bra. He was more than ready for more action as I noticed, sliding my fingers down his perfect abs and into the hem of his jeans, undoing his buckle on my way. I was glad as ever for his lack of underwear. Why would he bother, anyways? I thought. My Gran would have rolled in her grave had she heard my train of thoughts.

'Oh, god, Eric.' I whined as his hand ripped my panties as effectively as he'd ripped the top of my dress. Which by some sort of magic wasn't covering me anymore. Well not much anyways. My bras was totally exposed and Eric didn't even try to remove it, he just pushed it down, his hands wandering freely over my newly exposed breasts, causing my hips to arch towards his. I took a handful of his length and tried to shimmy down his jeans. He growled and nibbled my nipple.

'Had I known you'd be so compliant I'd have done this earlier.' He whispered, his hand creating very skilled friction down between my legs. He was testing the waters and was satisfied with my eagerness to get this going further. The problem at that moment was that the couch was a tiny bit tiny. For him anyways. In a swift move, he lifted me, tying my legs around his hips, stepping awkwardly towards the desk since his jeans were now at his ankles. I dug my nails in his butt-cheeks when he dropped me on the desk, clearing it with avid hands of literally everything (and yes, I do mean the computer too) in the blink of an eye. The noise was terrible but we couldn't have cared less. I took advantage of this to shimmy out of my bra which was just getting in the way. My panties were nowhere to be seen and I realised I didn't mind at all. All I cared about right now was having Eric make love to me until I couldn't walk.

His mouth found mine for a searing kiss as he placed himself at my entrance, thrusting in as he sucked my tongue into his eager mouth. I lost all coherence there and then and I just clawed desperately at him to get him closer to me. He chuckled softly, rolling my nipples between his skilled fingers, bringing his mouth down on me. His hips weren't moving just yet, allowing me to adapt to his size.

'Take me.' I begged him, thrusting my hips on his to show him exactly what I meant. He roughly grabbed my jaw and pulled my face towards his to look at me. His blue gaze burned into mine and I gasped.

'Tell me you're mine.' He ordered, thrusting in me excruciatingly slowly.

'I… Oh god, please just…'

'Tell me.' He growled, fangs popping in place. I lifted one of my hands and passed a tentative finger on them, pricking my index. A drop of blood oozed from there as his hips shoved once more, in and out, very, very slowly. He closed his lips around my bleeding finger and I thought I was going to implode right there as his tongue sucked at the tiny wound.

'I'm yours.' I finally breathed. And then he pushed himself in me all the way to the hilt and his rhythm became faster.

'I'm yours.' I repeated, my voice choked by a moan of absolute pleasure. His hands were on my hips, guiding me as his mouth drew very naughty patterns down my throat. Maybe I had a problem with multitasking, but that sure as hell wasn't a problem for him.

'And I'm yours.' He muttered, his hips meeting mine in a ferocious rhythm. I was sure as hell going to have bruises on my butt at the speed we were going but they were definitely worth it. Suddenly, he lifted me off the desk and just held me there, halfway in me, pulling me down slowly on him. I gasped, my eyes closing involuntarily.

'Look at me, love.' He whispered, his mouth finding mine so very easily. I batted my lashes, trying to focus on him as he increased the rhythm once more, holding me up by the strength of his arms. We must have been quite the sight, him bare to his ankles where his jeans laid in a puddle, with me attached to his front side my dress hanging limply at my waist, my arms on his shoulders, holding for dear life as he rode us to completion. I cried out when my orgasm hit me and he grunted something in his native language as he came mere seconds after me. We stayed there, him standing, me cradled in his arms, my thighs around his hips. He was still in me and by the feel of it, he was ready for a second round. I kissed him softly and stared at his beautiful face.

'I love you, Eric Northman.' I whispered, pressing my forehead to his.

And I love you, Sookie Stackhouse.

THE END

HAHA just kidding :) Got'Yaaaaaaaaaaa. No really there is just so much more to tell. And by the way I might not follow the plot of the fifth book which is very... dull. Instead I'll might take you on my crazy personal roller-coaster lol if you all wish me to continue of course :)

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