Here goes, my sweets! Some more inappropriate fun :D I had great, great fun writing this (I just love the Eric-Sookie-Pam dialogues, really they make me laugh so much cause the chemistry between the three (sexual and non) is amazing :D!) So here, hope you'll enjoy this! It is part 1 of a 2 parts vignette!
Please, please review! I love your comments and feedback! xoxoxox
Sookie dragged herself out of her car half-heartedly. She now truly believed nothing good ever came out of her going to Fangtasia. Nothing right, proper, politically correct, Christian, she corrected herself - hell, Eric's skills were too good to be true. She briefly wondered why she had dressed up again to meet him and Pam. She was wearing a very cute little top with a low cut V in the front in a sheer white material covered with little flowers and a gorgeous little skirt that ran too high to be deemed proper by her Gran who had always scolded every time Sookie put it on, but low enough to cover the basics. Sookie noticed for the first time that the parking lot was awfully silent. She'd had to park pretty far from the doors because there were cars on every available ones except a tiny one in the far and dark corner near the dark alley. She was trying to shove her car keys in her purse when she heard a slight noise that made her snap her head around. What the heck? Her keys slipped form her fingers and ended up on the ground right below the hood of a nearby car.
'Damn it!' Sookie cussed, bending down to pick her keys. They had miraculously rolled right out of her reach and she had to literally kneel down to retrieve them, swearing at the little rocks of the parking lot that dug in her skin.
'I should make you drop your keys more often if that's the view I get for it.' A too cool and familiar voice casually said from behind her. Sookie's head snapped up and she banged it hard on the hood of the car.
'Jesus Christ!' Sookie cursed, clutching her forehead, a moan escaping her lips. She jutted her head to the side and stared at the man standing there, leaning on the nearby car, taking in the sight of her bent body.
'You!' She growled, flipping over to sit, breathing heavily. She had really hit her head pretty hard. Sookie pulled her hand away from her forehead and whined when she saw blood there.
'Oh no!' She whispered. In a second, she was up and sitting on the hood of the vicious car that had attacked her forehead and she had a very, very hungry looking Viking standing between her thighs, cupping her chin to check on her injury. His cool hand brushed her hair back and he hissed.
'You are so clumsy.' He whispered, his breath caressing her skin. His lips were pressed on her forehead in a second and she let him do whatever he was doing because it was just polite to allow a vampire to suck on a bleeding wound. They did it with such generosity and selflessness, Sookie thought bitterly, her blood boiling at his proximity.
'It's your fault!' she breathed. 'You always surprise me.' She scolded, her lips parted on a silent gasp. Her wound must have been clean by now but his mouth was nowhere near done with her. He trailed his lips down to her ear and she tried to shove him away.
'What are you doing! I think I'm clean…' She half-heartedly replied, trying to shove him away.
'I think I missed a spot here.' He breathed in her ear, taking her earlobe between his teeth. She whined. Why on earth had she thought it a good idea to come here? Again?
'Eric don't be so… Ohh…' She moaned when his mouth trailed down her throat. She dropped her purse on the ground and let her hands curl under his shirt, caressing the smooth skin of his abs.
'I think I'm good to go now.' Sookie tried, heat spreading down her spine and in between her thighs.
'I don't think so.' Eric whispered, his lips now her jaw line, sucking gently.
'Please, Eric, not here!' Sookie muttered inaudibly for anyone but a vampire.
'Where then?' Eric replied, pulling away to look at her. His fangs were out and his hands had dropped on either side of her thighs, clutching the material of her ruffled skirt.
'Nowhere for crying out loud, Eric, you can't just jump on me like that!' Sookie protested, sliding off the hood of the car, causing them to stand very, very close to each other.
'I'm not exactly fit to go back in there just yet.' Eric replied smoothly, cocking a knowing eyebrow at Sookie, giving a knowing gaze at the bar's door.
'Ohh.' Sookie whispered when she felt the reason pressed on her thigh. 'Ohhhh.' She repeated. Mr Northman and Son were really in a good mood tonight, she thought, cursing herself mentally for thinking about his… manhood. She swallowed hard, breathing through her nose to keep her mouth from gaping at the sight of him.
'You could always help me with that?' He offered, his hand at the small of her back sneakily running under her shirt, pressing her to his hips. The man even had the nerve to rub her hand on the seam of his jeans, causing her to grunt in frustration.
'You do that yourself, you pig!' Sookie replied, jutting her chin up to frown at him. 'Now let me go.' She ordered him, slapping his forearm to remove his hand from under her shirt.
'You didn't say please.' He scolded, a grin stretching his face.
'Please, let me go?' She hissed, exasperated. With all this, she'd completely forgotten about her keys and she slipped out of his hold, bending down to retrieve them.
'Let me help you with that.' He whispered, lifting the hood of the car off the ground with his hands. His hands! Sookie quickly grabbed the keys and stepped back, chest panting at the sight of the curve of his smooth biceps working as he gently let the car down.
'Is it a hobby of yours?' She asked.
'What?' he replied, leaning back on his elbows on the hood of the car he'd just lifted.
'Scaring women half to death in dark alleys, making them drop their keys and bump their heads so that you can snack on them?' Sookie replied, crossing her arms on her stomach, oblivious to the fact that only caused her breasts to jut out of her décolleté. Eric eyed her chest, biting his bottom lip.
'I have considered it but you're not very often in dark alleys…' He replied, his eyes returning to hers. 'You should go in and check on that forehead of yours. There's only so much my tongue can do.' He added, making the whole sentence sound obscene and frustratingly sexy.
'Right.' Sookie replied, turning her back to stroll towards the employee door of Fangtasia.
'Nice panties.' He whispered. She jerked around and fumbled with her skirt, which had indeed run up a bit too high for decency. She growled at him irritably. He winked in return.
'Off you go!' He added, shooing her off with his hand.
'And you?' She asked over her shoulder, halfway through the lot.
'I'll be joining you and Pam in a minute.' He replied.
Sookie stormed in the employee door and went straight to the bathroom to check on her forehead. She was still wobbly from Eric's mouth and kisses and she cursed herself for allowing him to make her feel so… hormonal. She checked her forehead in the mirror and saw a tiny cut that wasn't bleeding anymore – thanks to Eric's mouth and tongue – but would probably need a Band-aid. Pam was at the door when Sookie strolled out, heading for Eric's office where she knew he kept those – even though he never actually used them.
'Eric said you injured yourself?' Pam asked, a smirk on her bright pink painted lips.
'I bumped my head on a car, no biggy.' Sookie replied, fumbling through the little First Aid kit she'd found on a shelf.
'What were you doing when you bumped your head?' Pam asked, cocking a suggestive eyebrow at her. Sookie clenched her jaw and frowned.
'Ew. Pam, please.' She muttered, grabbing a Band-Aid. Pam walked out of the office, her leather boots' kitten heels clicking as she strolled back to the bar. Sookie ripped open the wrapping and stuck the Band-Aid on her forehead without as much as looking at it. She then threw the little wrapping in the garbage and sat on a chair waiting for Eric to come in. He strolled in the room a minute later, sitting down in front of her, plopping his feet on his desk. He eyed her and then spotted the Band-Aid and grinned stupidly.
'Now what? You're going to stare at me until death do us part?' Sookie hissed, stubbornly crossing her arms on her chest. The man infuriated her. Why did he always look so good too? Why couldn't he look really ugly just once in a while? Yeah, very likely, she thought.
'Nice Band-Aid.' He commented, smirking. She gave him a deadly look, not picking up on his cue.
'What did you want me here for tonight?' She asked, trying her best to look unimpressed by the sight of his torso stretching. As if Vampires ever felt stiff or ever needed to stretch. He did it just to show off his abs, which were pleasantly displayed right between the top of his low jeans and the bottom of his black t-shirt which ran up as he put his hands behind his head. Sookie glared at him and tried to look away but the wall was just not half as pleasant to look at as Eric was. He had a predatory look on his face and Sookie passed a nervous hand in her hair, her fingers brushing the Band-Aid. Eric snickered for an unknown reason to her and she gave him a dark look.
'Careful with that, you wouldn't want to lose it.' He said, pointing at her forehead.
'Right. Now will you just tell me why I find myself here on your invitation? Again?' She asked, doing her best to sound annoyed even though deep down she was quite flattered he'd wanted her at Fangtasia in the first place.
'I needed your opinion on something.' He replied, business-like.
'Shoot.' She replied, drumming her fingers on his desk. He stood and called Pam in. She took a seat next to Sookie and looked at her forehead curiously.
'You've got a dick on your forehead, Sookie.' Pam commented, cool as a cucumber. Sookie gasped and stared at Eric and Pam, irate. She patted her head, looking for the ignominious object but she realized just then Pam wasn't talking about an actual manly attribute.
'What the hell!' She hissed, ripping the Band-Aid off her head. It was one of those supposedly funny Band-Aids you could find in a sex shop or in prank stores and there were a man's appendices drawn on it. Sookie rolled it in a ball and threw the infuriating sticky object at Eric who caught it and chuckled.
'You're such a party crasher, Pam.' He commented, still chuckling.
'And you are a big a-hole.' Sookie hissed at him, standing to grab the First Aid kit in search of a decent Band-Aid.
'I'm afraid you have a choice between tits and dicks, honey. Eric's idea of a fun First Aid kit.' Pam drawled, her lips curled in a grin. 'I prefer tits.' She added, smirking. 'Eric too, I gather.' Pam added, winking at Sookie's cleavage. Sookie blew air through her nose and shoved the R-Rated First Aid kit back on the shelf, deciding she'd go without.
'What did you want to talk to me about? I don't have all night you know.' Sookie added, returning to her seat, her cheeks flushed.
'Well' Eric started, 'We are in need of your professional opinion.'
'My professional opinion. Oh really.' Sookie muttered, trying her best to ignore the inches of smooth abs that his T-shirt revealed every single time he stretched his arms. Which was way too often to be normal, she noted.
'We are hiring new dancers for Fangtasia and it seems Pam and I can never agree on anything. Dancer wise.' Eric added, giving a knowing look at Pam.
'Except Yvetta, but then again, Eric is very selfish…' Pam cooed, picking at her nails.
'How surprising.' Sookie said, sarcastic.
Eric threw Pam an annoyed glance. Sookie suddenly remembered a particular sight she'd had of a buck-naked Eric going at it in the basement with an East-European chick. She rolled her eyes, feeling her temperature zoom up at the reminder of Eric's very firm and delicious looking ass. That bitch Yvetta…
'So, we'd like you to give us your opinion whilst we audition the new candidates.' Eric finished, eyeing Sookie with amusement. Her skin had flushed and he knew exactly what she was thinking about.
'Couldn't you just ask Ginger or Chow?' Sookie offered, her nails digging in her palms. Why did he look so definitely eatable? Eatable, my ass, she silently cussed. Of the two, she definitely was the snack – literally.
'Ginger isn't exactly brainy. Or tasteful.' Eric replied.
'Or tasty.' Pan added. 'I still don't know why we keep her here.'
'Because she's useful. And easy to glamour.' Eric added. Sookie rolled her eyes once more. 'And Chow is not exactly the best adviser in those matters…' Eric added. Pam snickered.
'How so?' Sookie asked, genuinely curious. 'He's a man…vampire, I mean. I'm sure he can do a fine job. Probably better than me…'
'Last time we asked him, he snacked on a candidate.' Pam muttered, still picking at her perfectly manicured nails.
'Bad, bad Chow.' Eric whispered. Sookie gave him a dark look once more and she sighed.
'Alright. But it's the last time I come here without a mighty good reason.' Sookie shot back.
'Great!' Eric exclaimed, sitting straighter in his chair. 'Pam, get the vermin out and get the candidates ready!' He ordered, smirking widely.
'Why do I have a feeling this is going to be overly sexual and obscene.' Sookie muttered. Pam exited the room leaving Eric and Sookie all alone.
'Oh pity.' Eric suddenly said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had been growing between them.
'What?' Sookie said, giving him a bored look. The next thing she knew, he was standing in front of her, his arms on either side of her, his mouth an inch from hers.
'You got blood on your top. Let me help you with that.' He very effectively ripped her shirt off in a swift move. Sookie yelped and covered her now exposed torso with her arms as he threw the remains of the top on the shelf near the darn First-Aid kit.
'There, all gone.' Eric said, eyeing her like the prize of some naughty competition.
'What the hell do you think you're doing!' Sookie gasped, unable to move.
'Making sure I didn't miss a spot. It's a mighty tough thing to clean, blood.' He hissed, his mouth hovering right over the lacy edge of her bra. Somehow, her arms had wrapped themselves around his strong neck urging his mouth to its target. Damned arms. How treacherous of them, Sookie thought. Eric's mouth blew cool air on the sensitive skin of her breasts, covering it in goose bumps. Sookie whined softly.
'Oh, there, there's a little bit right here.' Eric said, huskily, his finger peeling the bra off her skin, his tongue effectively replacing the gauzy material. Sookie's back arched and she dug her nails in his shoulders at the sensations his mouth gave her.
'Why does it always end like this every time I come here!' She sighed as his other hand cupped her other mound. Eric groaned something unintelligible. The only word she deciphered out of his mumbling was a very puzzling 'ice cream'.
'Oh, God!' Sookie breathed when Eric's mouth ascended the arch of her throat to meet her own.
'You can just call me Eric, you know. Or you can give me a nasty little nickname if you like.' He purred, his hand snaking in her back to unclasp her bra. She slapped his hands away and pulled him by his t-shirt for a kiss. Which soon turned into a mind-blowing make-out session. Every time his hands would snake to her back to undo her bra, she'd hiss and slap his hands away.
'Stubborn.' She whispered to him as his skilled mouth sucked at her earlobe.
'Selfish.' He replied, cupping her butt through her skirt.
'Jerk.' She retorted.
'Naughty.' He breathed.
'Oh get a grip.' She whined, trying to push him away.
'On these, sure.' He growled, grabbing her breasts and kneading them in his skilled hands.
Pam chose that instant to barge in the room, a notepad in her hand, intent on asking Eric a question. She stopped dead in her track at the sight before her and cocked her head to the side.
'Again? Really? Can't you two behave? The moment I turn my back you jump on each other like a bunch of pubescent tweens…' She snarled. Sookie tried to pull away from Eric but his hands were still attached rather possessively to her breasts. And hers to his ass. Sookie blushed but decided she could very well play dead-possum for the time being.
'Pam, you really have an awful sense of timing. Are the dancers ready?' Eric asked, casually, his mouth hovering over Sookie's cleavage.
'Yes.' Pam drawled. 'Can I expect you two out in a few minutes or are intent on fucking on that tiny chair? I suggest the desk. More work space.' She bluntly said. Sookie turned red as the walls of the bar. Eric watched the blood flow through her cheeks, fascinated.
'Eric. Snap out of it for Pete's sake!' Pam shrieked, annoyed.
'Yes, yes we'll be out in a minute.' Eric replied, passing a tongue on his fangs. Sookie shuddered at that and moaned when his mouth found hers again the moment the door shut.
'Eric!' Sookie pleaded as his mouth slid down her throat to go back to 'cleaning' her cleavage very thoroughly. Very thoroughly indeed. Oh dear, he sure didn't miss a spot, she thought, groaning.
'What, little vixen?' Eric whispered, smiling slightly.
'Pam is waiting for us. And you've ripped my shirt. I suggest you find another one for me like yesterday. I'm not going out there in a bra.' Sookie scolded.
'It's going to be dark you know…'
'Shut up!' Sookie snapped.
'I could make the bar shirt-optional premises for you.' Eric said, his thumb rubbing her bottom lip. Sookie bit his finger and he growled. 'You really are a vixen. I love it.' He hissed before standing up and pulling off his t-shirt.
'What… what are you doing?' Sookie exclaimed, rejoicing in the sight of his back muscles stretching as the material slid off them. Don't mind me, Eric, you can lose the jeans too if you wish, Sookie thought, biting her bottom lip.
'Merely getting you a shirt.' Eric replied, throwing her his shirt. It smelled of him, of his cologne and she had to hold back from actually sniffing it.
'But what are you going to wear?' Sookie asked, fascinated by the sight of his pectorals moving as he stretched. Oh right, like he needed a good stretching. Again. She dug her nails in her palms to refrain from actually touching his stomach, or worse, licking it.
'I can always slip on my leather jacket if the sight incapacitates you, honeycomb? I was serious about the auditions, you know?' he asked, cocking his head to the side, content at the effect his lack of shirt was having on her.
'Whatever, sunshine.' Sookie said, turning her head away and pulling on his shirt. She then made a knot on its side since it was way too big for her and made her look as if she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Not a situation a person (horny as can be) wants to be in when confronted with a very horny Viking.
'Let's go. And keep your hands to yourself this time. Please, sugar.' Sookie muttered, strolling out the office door, proud as a hen. Eric didn't miss the occasion of her walking in front of him to pat her butt in a very inappropriate manner. Very inappropriate indeed since he actually slipped his hand under her skirt. She whipped around and growled at him.
'I told you to keep your hands to yourself, you sex-crazed… baboon!' She hooted.
Eric chuckled and eyed her up and down once more as she stomped towards the chairs Pam had prepared for them. These auditions were definitely going to be interesting, Eric thought, a grin plastered on his face.