Here's the second part! :) hope you like it muhahaha :) Had mucho fun writing it. Hope it comes through neatly. I'm never too sure about my writing. lolll anyways, enjoy! I might do a part three or just carry on with my vignettes :)

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When the sixth dancer strolled off the stage, Sookie shifted in her seat, exasperated. Pam had had a pitcher of the mysterious drink Sookie had enjoyed at Halloween prepared for her. It was on the little table between her seat and Pam's with a frosted glass. Sookie grabbed her second or third glass of the night and downed it. This was truly delicious, she thought. And she didn't even know the name or the recipe. Pam and Eric were arguing whether the girl deserved a chance.

'She has potential, Eric!' Pam exclaimed.

'She has a double D. I wouldn't call that potential.' Sookie muttered, shaking her empty glass which Pam rapidly refilled, a grin on her face. 'Y'all looking for dancers aren't you? She's got as much rhythm as a bloody stick. She practically bent and snapped the stereo…'

'Sookie's got a point. And you've got double the points, Pam.' Eric said, smirking at his own joke. 'But she did suck at dancing and you told me yourself you wanted something more… classy.'

'Oh and Miss Russia number one was better? She almost broke an ankle up there…' Pam hissed. Sookie giggled softly and sipped on her drink. This was very, very good.

'She did look quite tasty, yes.' Eric purred. 'Not my fault she doesn't go both ways!' He grinned, teasing Pam.

Sookie rolled her eyes.

'You are so pathetic, the two of you. Do you only think about sex and snacks?' Sookie whined. Pam and Eric glanced her way, cocking questioning eyebrows. Ah right, yes, that is the only thing they thought about. 'If you ask for my opinion, she sucked. And the first one too…' Sookie added, gloomily. She then laughed because using the word suck with vampires always had a double connotation.

Eric smirked at her and started playing with her hair, amused.

'Would you be jealous by any chance, my little tigress?' He purred, bending on his seat to breathe down her neck. Sookie clumsily tried to slap his hand away with an annoyed pout. She wasn't as fast as she'd been at the beginning of the evening and she realized just then she'd had a lot more to drink than she was used to. She still glared at him, pointing a finger at his face.

'Of their fake tits? I think not.' She said, proud as a hen. Eric chortled. She looked quite tipsy and he was enjoying the sight a lot.

'Of the attention they get from me.' Eric corrected, sliding a tentative finger down her neck right behind her ear. Sookie gasped softly, out of surprise mostly – or so she told herself – and Eric gestured for Pam to call the next girl in. The girl had long black hair in tiny braids and her skin was a dark chocolate tone.

'Oh dear! She came back… What a pity…' Pam muttered, looking not the least bit guilty. Eric shot her a deadly look before returning his gaze to the dancer on stage. Sookie's head was cocked to the side, wondering how the girl ever got into those shorts. They looked tiny, tiny, tiny. Sookie giggled and sipped at her fourth glass. Or was it the fifth? She was puzzled at how it had filled up once more but she was just enjoying that drink way too much to care.

'How much alcohol did y'a put in there?' she asked Pam who ignored her and continued staring at the dancer who was now preparing for her number.

'I thought we'd agreed on pre-screening, Pam.' Eric grunted, discouraged. The girl on stage was thin and her chocolate skin glistened as if covered in oil. Sookie wrinkled her nose.

'Did she forget her shirt in the dryer or something?' she muttered, taking in the sight of the girl's barely existent red t-shirt that showed more than a few inches of her breasts.

'Don't you think she just looks yummy?' Pam pleaded, waving at the girl. 'Eric didn't like her last time so I thought we'd give her another chance.' She cooed, smiling like the Chestshire Cat. Sookie glanced at Eric.

'She looks like a prostitute.' She whispered to him as if it were some very important secret. Eric smirked and glanced briefly at Pam.

'She is. That's why Pam likes her.' Eric teased. Pam glared at him and made a tsk-tsk noise.

'Shut up and let me enjoy this.' She whined. 'Go on, sweet heart!' she called to the girl. The girl turned on some intense ghetto beat and started shaking her booty for all she was worth. Sookie's eyes widened as she bopped her head to the beat. Her hips started shaking involuntarily on her chair, following the beat. It had been quite a while since she'd had a chance to dance.

'Wow.' She said, not in an impressed way but more in a What-the-hell kind of way. Eric chuckled and slid his hand down her throat, stopping at Sookie's breast, which he kneaded. Sookie jerked in surprise and glared at him, looking from his hand to his face menacingly.

'I was just thinking you'd look good with that kind of a shirt on. Perhaps you can give me a private show later?' Eric whispered to her.

'Would you just keep your hands to yourself already?' Sookie hissed, removing his hand from her breast. Why was he so obsessed with those, she had no idea. But then again she had no idea why she liked his butt and abs so much either, except that they looked yummy. She continued bopping to the beat, sending some her drink sloshing on her skirt.

'Oh dear!' She cooed, looking for something to wipe her skirt with.

Eric smiled and slid his hand up her thigh right below the hem of her skirt. Sookie swallowed hard when his fingers started dancing on her skin, causing some very unchristian thoughts to cross her mind.

'Eric…' she whispered. 'My skirt…' The next thing she knew, she was sitting on his lap. Pam must have been too taken by the chick on the stage to even bother with looking at them. Eric's strong hands turned Sookie around so that she was straddling him.

'What exactly do you think you're doing, you… you ape!' Sookie whispered, her hands treacherously running up his bare chest to the nape of his neck where her fingers dug into his hair roughly.

'Enjoying the show, of course.' Eric whispered, his own hands sliding up her thighs to rest beneath her skirt on her hips, his thumbs drawing little concentric circles on the inside of her thighs. Sookie's hips buckled and she shifted on him, her breasts pressing against his bare chest.

'My skirt is all dirty now…' Sookie pouted, batting her lashes at Eric. She was way too tipsy for her own good, she scolded herself.

Pam glanced at them and rolled her eyes.

'Do another one, sugar bunch!' She called to the girl onstage who gladly put another song on and started strutting her stuff once more to Pam's great pleasure.

Eric's mouth was now pressed to the junction between Sookie's neck and collarbone, right where her shifty pulse throbbed with excitement. He was apparently intent on giving her a huge hickey and Sookie only moaned, her nails scraping down his pecs.

'You are quite the sex-kitten, Sookie, you know that?' Eric whispered in her ear, his gaze briefly eyeing the red tracks she'd left on his chest. The girl on stage finished her second dance at some point during Eric and Sookie's heavy petting session but neither even noticed she'd gone until Pam called in the next dancer.

'Oh Mama!' Sookie suddenly exclaimed, looking at the dancer that had just come in. All thoughts of the very horny Eric had been casted aside when that man had come in. Sure Eric was hot as hell, but that man was quite a mouthful – literally and figuratively – Sookie thought, eyeing his boxer briefs with her lips slightly parted.

The man was tall and muscled, shorter than Eric – but then who wasn't, with beautiful messy curls in a dark chocolate brown. His skin was tanned and his chest was simply sculptural. And his mouth was the pinnacle of pouting perfection. And his eyes… Dreamy and turquoise. Even Pam cocked her head to the side, appreciatively. And she hadn't been with a man for half a century, which said a lot about the man's yum-factor.

Eric glared at the man as he strolled towards the stage and Sookie thought she heard him growl. She craned her neck to look at the man and sighed.

'He's quite a mouthful…' she started to say. But Eric turned her face back to him and frowned.

'You were saying, kitten?' Eric asked, his voice a low rumble.

'Merely giving my professional opinion.' Sookie teased, squinting at him. Why was he suddenly all blurry? She wondered, giggling. Eric frowned.

'Pam where did you find such a fine… ass-et?' Sookie giggled, craning her neck some more to devour the man's body with a hungry gaze.

'Well I thought since you were going to help and you're the only one of us who actually likes men, it'd be fun to have some variety.' Pam snickered, winking at a very pissed Eric.

'I thought we were not hiring men anymore.' He hissed, possessively draping his hands around Sookie's waist.

'Oh my, he looks like Brad Pitt.' Sookie ushered, her gaze dreamy. 'Actually, he's like a mix between Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt! Can he give me a private dance you think?' She giggled, surprised at her own bluntness. Blame it on the booze, she thought and chuckled once more. Pam snickered and gestured for the man to wait a minute before he started. Eric growled.

'Oh come on, pretty face, don't be jealous. I wouldn't mind a private dance by you either.' Sookie whispered to him, biting his earlobe. He growled once more and stood up with a startled Sookie still tied to his hips.

'Pam, I think you'll handle this one alone. Sookie seems indisposed.' Eric muttered.

The next second, Eric was in his office, Sookie still in his arms. He plopped her on his desk before she could say anything.

'What the heck! I really much wanted to see this one!' Sookie whimpered. 'I'm not indisposed! And I want my drink. It's soooooo good! You have to tell me the recipe…' Sookie said, bitting her bottom lip as she traced the outline of his pectoral.

'You seem a bit… tipsy.' Eric commented, his gaze seductive.

'You put wayyyyy to much alcohol in your drinks, Mr Northman. Not… good.' Sookie commented frowning, her index tracing the little indent on his chin, apparently fascinated. 'You are very pretty, you know that?' Sookie stated, turning his face to look at him. Eric chuckled at that.

'Pretty? Really?'

'You know, Eric, if you smiled more often I'm sure people would like you more!' Sookie said, truthfully.

'People don't like me?' Eric replied, toying with her hair, very amused by her alcohol-induced confessions.

'Oh no, they think you're very scary and all. But I don't.' Sookie admitted, smiling. She cupped his chin in her hand, her thumb on his lips. 'I think you're a big sweetheart deep down…'

'You don't think I'm scary? Pity, I was trying so hard.' Eric whispered, serious. She glanced up at his eyes and shuddered. He closed the space between their mouths and gave her a searing kiss, his hands sliding under his borrowed T-shirt, which was way too big for her, cupping her breasts.

'Mmmmm…' Sookie protested. Eric pulled back, pulling her chin up to look at her.

'Yes?' He asked.

'Why are we not watching Mr Yummy Pants out there?' Sookie asked, obviously referring to the hot dancer. Eric's gaze darkened and he growled.

'Because you're with me.' Eric replied, his hands pulling her hips to his.

'But I wanted to see him… He looked so yummy! Maybe you two could do a duo!' Sookie proposed, her gaze dreamy at the thought. 'My that would be…'

'I much prefer going solo, thank you very much. Pam'll take care of your new friend.' He added, possessively curling her mane of glossy hair around his fist, pulling her towards his hungry lips. Sookie lifted her hand and pressed the tip of her fingers to his mouth, giggling.

'What is it you put in that drink you serve me?' She asked. 'It's dee-li-cious.'

'Secret recipe. Had it made especially for you.' Eric muttered, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of her fingers. Sookie shivered and moaned softly.

'For me, really?' Sookie whispered, her hand sliding down his stomach to play with the band of his jeans.

'Yes.'

'I'm awfully tired.' Sookie yawned, pressing her cheek to the hollow of his neck. 'You smell very good. And you're very comfy a pillow.' She commented, nuzzling him. Eric tensed and hissed, loving her proximity. He smiled and caressed her hair, breathing in her delicious scent.

'Sookie?' He asked her, his mouth on her neck.

'Yes, Eric?' she said, her head lolling to the side, her gaze boring into his.

'You're really tipsy.' Eric said, trying very hard not to smile.

'Pam's fault.' Sookie said, nodding her head.

'Pam seems to find you more amusing when you're not in control of yourself.' Eric mused, his finger sliding down her throat and to the collar of his t-shirt. He ripped it slowly, exposing the top of her chest. Sookie frowned.

'Why do you rip all my clothes…I liked that shirt. Smells like you.' she whined, punching his shoulder playfully like Jason had showed her to do when she was younger. A normal man would have been slightly hurt by her punch, but this was Eric and she ended up hurting her own hand.

'Owww!' she moaned, clutching her fist to her chest. 'You hurt me, you big jerk!' She whined at Eric. Eric sighed and took her fist to see how bad she'd hurt herself. What was it with her and her total lack of self-preservation anyways?

'Are you okay?' He asked, caressing her knuckles softly. She hadn't broken anything and he sucked the tip of her fingers, his gaze never leaving hers. Her lips parted but she snapped out of it.

'Why are you so hard anyways?' She yelped. Eric's eyes became slits and a low rumble erupted in his chest. Sookie's breath caught at the sight and she felt that too familiar throbbing between her thighs.

'Why don't you let me show you just how hard I am.' He grunted, his skilled hands relieving her of her top for the second time that night.

'Eric?' Sookie asked whilst very naturally and clumsily unbuckling his belt.

'Yes, kitten?' Eric hummed, breathing in her unique essence. She smelled about as good to vampires as a decadent chocolate cake smelled to humans.

'I'm tired of dreaming about you all the time.' Sookie said, wetting her bottom lip as his hands busied on her breasts, causing those rosy lips of hers to part on a soft moan.

'You dream about me a lot?' He asked, very amused.

'Yes. And it's frustrating.' Sookie said, punching his chest softly. Eric was mesmerized by the sight of her. Her hair fell in a golden mess on her shoulders from all his playing with it and she looked utterly candid with that semi-frown on her face. Eric was definitely enjoying this tipsy Sookie.

'How so?' Eric breathed, feeling suddenly way too big for his breeches. She was going to be the end of him, he thought.

'Well you do all these things to me that you wouldn't do for real and it feels really good and you never finish and it's annoying.' Sookie explained, captivated by his lips.

'What kind of things?'

'Naughty ones. Bill said it would happen.' Sookie said, making no sense at all. Eric frowned.

'Bill said what?' Eric asked, genuinely curious as to what the impotent little prick could have told her.

'That I'd have naughty dreams about you. And that I'd find you attractive. Of course I told him that was impossible cause I couldn't stand you and all.'

'Really?' Eric mused, very interested by her babbling. His hands were drawing fiery patterns on her stomach and Sookie's eyes closed in delight.

'Well I'm tired of pretending like I hate you and find you ugly. I mean no woman could find you unattractive if she tried. And I have tried. But you're just…'

'Overwhelming?' Eric arrogantly supplied her.

'Too big for your breeches.' She whispered, her hand sliding down his stomach and right into his pants, her fingers closing around his length. Eric actually gasped in surprise and panted.

'What do you think you are doing, Miss Stackhouse?' he purred, his hips responding to her touch. His eyes closed and a hint of a smile appeared on his slightly parted lips. For a girl who'd had close to no sexual experience, she sure as hell had a natural talent for it all.

'Well you see' Sookie continued, 'I kind of like you.' Her hand was now pumping him slowly and he undid his pants to allow her more workspace.

'Oh do you?' Eric mused, trying to concentrate on their conversation rather than the fact a half naked Sookie was giving him a very pleasant hand-job.

'Yes. Do you like me?' she asked, pressing her mouth to a very sensitive spot right below his nipple. Eric's hips jerked and he grunted.

'Yes I do. I like you very much.' He purred. 'You are so fucking tipsy, Sookie, I shouldn't be allowing this.' He commented, his hands closing possessively around her hips, his fingers digging in her bare skin, trying to keep control of the situation.

'Why not?' Sookie asked, a knowing smirk on her face.

'Because I wouldn't want you to have regrets.' Eric breathed as the rhythm of her hand accelerated.

'I'm not nearly tipsy enough for that, Mr Northman.' Sookie replied, her mouth returning to his nipple. She bit it softly and rolled her tongue on it as her other hand snaked around him to grab his ass and pull him closer to her. He was just too good and she was sick of denying her attraction to him.

'Damn it.' Eric hissed as she sucked on his nipple and trailed kisses up his throat. She stopped right below his jaw and started giggling.

'What's so funny?' he asked, his voice now husky as he slowed her busy hand by grabbing her wrist and imposing his own rhythm.

'You have stubbles on your chin. But they're so pale we can only feel them.' Sookie explained, licking the little crevice between his jaw line and his throat right below his chin. Eric growled and pulled her hand out of his pants in a swift move, pinning both her hands on the desk.

'You didn't like that?' she asked, blushing.

'Yes, I much enjoyed it but I'd much rather we did this together.' Eric purred, his cerulean gaze burning into hers. Sookie swallowed hard and squinted her eyes at him.

'You mean you want to help me?' Sookie suggested, purposely ignoring his very blatant invitation for sex on his desk. She might have been tipsy but she was still aware of what he was trying to do. Almost.

'I want to fuck you breathless, that's what I want to do.' Eric replied, abruptly pulling her towards the edge of the desk, pressing her groin to his erection. Sookie's eyes closed and she panted, her lace clad breasts heaving under Eric's lustful gaze. Her thighs captured his hips, keeping him pressed to her and he grinded softly, causing some very appreciated friction. Sookie's hands, of their own accord, grabbed his ass once more and lead him on.

'Why do you like me?' Sookie suddenly asked, as Eric's mouth traveled down her neck towards he breasts. He looked up at her from where he was sucking at her skin.

'Because you fascinate me.' He replied. One of his hands slid in her back and unclasped her bra professionally.

'How so?' Sookie asked him, as he dragged the straps of her bra off her shoulders painfully slowly.

'You are not like anyone I've ever met. And you surprise me. And you are smart and honest and loyal and generous and beautiful.' He finished, letting go of her hands so that he could remove her bra. She covered her breasts, consciously as he threw the lacy piece on the floor. Eric growled disapprovingly.

'I've been trying to take it off the entire evening. Can you at least allow me a peek now that I have?' he grunted, nipping at her fingers.

'Ask nicely.' She panted as he rubbed her against his erection.

'Please?' He whispered in her ear, the mere sound of his voice causing her to feel all giddy and warm.

'Fine, you stubborn ass.' She muttered, her arms snaking around his neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss. Their tongues dueled and his clever hands soon found her breasts. He pulled back and gazed at them, passing his tongue on his fangs.

'Eric?' Sookie suddenly asked, a loan moan escaping her throat as she said it causing the last syllable to stretch on and on.

'Yes?'

'I have to go.'

'No you don't. You're too tipsy to drive anyways.' Eric grunted, fumbling with her skirt, trying to yank it out of the way without ripping it off her.

'Than drive me. I should really go back home. This isn't a good idea. Not here!' Sookie said as his hand found her core and pulled her wet panties aside. She almost purred when his finger traced her most sensitive nub and he started caressing her in a very agreeable manner. Eric suddenly thought about the fact he was currently very intent on having sex with her on his desk in Fangtasia with Pam a few meters away doing God knows what and he snapped out of it slightly.

'As much as I'd like to disagree with you, I think our first time at least deserves a bed.' Eric hissed in her ear, biting her earlobe and sucking on it roughly.

'I didn't know you could be reasonable.' Sookie gasped as his hand left her core and his other tunneled in her golden curls, dragging her face to his so he could plunder her mouth with his hungry tongue.

'I didn't know I could be reasonable myself.' Eric muttered when he finally let go of her lips.