HELLO DARLINGS! I'm sooooo sorry I've been a terrible updater these few days but I've been writing something else I'm considering posting and of course writing this part too hahaha much fun once more writing it though I found it hard making it all work out the way I wanted it too.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :) This sort of follows the events in the last vignette :P
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Sookie was drying her hair, brushing it endlessly. She hadn't seen Eric in a few days since the auditions at Fangtasia and she herself didn't understand why he'd taken her go home after they'd almost ripped each other's clothes off on his desk. She knew very well how much he wanted her and she realized she wanted him just as much.
She wasn't sure what she felt for him. Desire, that was a given, the man was just too perfect to be true, but she didn't know if it went further than that. Her dreams with him had showed him to her in a totally new perspective, but then again these were just a manifestation of what she wished he'd be. Most of the time, he was a major jerk but the last times she'd seen him, he'd been what she dared not call charming. Yet he was, charming as hell. The man had charisma that added up to his dashing good looks and made the ensemble quite… lethal, in all senses the word could take.
When she was done, she went to the kitchen to fix herself some supper. She had spent all day lounging in the sun, reading a novel she'd borrowed at the library and taking advantage of her day off but she'd wanted to be pretty tonight, for no particular reason. There was suddenly a light tap at her door. Sookie looked up from her frying pan and frowned, puzzled. She hadn't invited anyone… This could only mean…
'What are you doing here?' she asked, cautiously, when she opened the door. He stood on her porch, dressed in a white t-shirt and casual jeans, his leather jacket hugging his strong frame.
'Two days and no word. I thought you might still be hung-over.' Eric said, grinning.
'Oh please, I wasn't that drunk.' Sookie replied, her arms on her chest. 'I wasn't drunk at all as a matter of fact. Merely… tipsy.' She said, her pride flaring.
'Oh don't mistake me, I really much enjoyed your…company. You say the most interesting things when you're intoxicated.' Eric added, leaning his forehead on his forearm, which he'd pressed against her doorframe.
Sookie's eyes roamed over his torso and she bit the inside of her lip when she noticed that little sliver of smooth skin his t-shirt left uncovered near the band of his jeans. She jerked her chin up, forcing herself to concentrate on something else than his body, but his face was equally beautiful and his eyes were dazzlingly blue tonight. His eyes narrowed and he studied her, the silence growing between them, obviously expecting her to say something.
'How many drinks did I have? I kind of lost count.' Sookie admitted, her head cocked to the side, still studying his face.
'I believe you drank the whole pitcher, kitten.' Eric replied.
'It is delicious. Why won't you tell me the secret recipe?' Sookie asked, unfazed.
'Because if I did, I'd have to kill you… Isn't that what they say in your human movies?' Eric replied, the corner of his lip twitching in a smile.
Sookie giggled and passed a nervous hand in her hair.
'Okay, so now what? Why are you here?'
'Do I need a reason to be here?' Eric replied, predatory.
'I don't know. You do as you please, Eric. It's not like I care.' Sookie said, turning her head towards the kitchen. 'Wait here.' She strolled off to the kitchen and he heard her swear. He could smell something had burnt and he chuckled. Humans, he thought.
Sookie stared at her frying pan, frustrated. Her food looked like burnt charcoal. She turned to put the infuriating pan in the sink and dropped it on the floor in surprise. Eric was standing near her fridge, leaning on the wall, observing her.
'Jesus Christ!' She yelped, the pan missing her bare toes by an inch. 'Are you intent on giving me a heart attack?' She asked, bending down to retrieve the pan.
'Sorry.' Eric chuckled, looking at her pan with curiosity. 'What were you cooking?'
'Hum… it's a casserole my Gran used to make me. Why do you ask?'
'It doesn't look very good.' Eric commented, tactless.
'Well duh, it burnt.' Sookie replied, annoyed. She dropped the pan in the sink and ran warm water to clean the mess. She finally abandoned, turning her head to look at him.
'What did you want, Eric?'
'I wanted to see you. You do have a bed, don't you?' he said, suggestively. She raised her eyebrows and took a careful step back.
'You are so stubborn!' Sookie exclaimed, trying to quiet the butterflies in her stomach. The man could make her melt like butter with just a word or a look. She held on the side of the counter, her knuckles white because of how hard she pressed her fingers on it, trying very had not to jump on him and show him her bed.
'Why won't you just admit it? You know you want it.' Eric said, closing the distance between them in a few feline strides. Sookie spun around, offering him her back, closing her eyes to think.
'You know you want it about as much as I do. You being drunk or not doesn't change anything. Only loosened your tongue a bit.' Eric's cool voice said right behind her.
'First, I wasn't drunk. And second, you can't just come here and expect me to jump in bed with you…' Sookie said, biting her bottom lip. She could almost feel his body, a mere inch from hers, not yet touching. 'I have things to do anyways. So if you'd please…'
'You're hungry.' He stated, caressing her hair in a very sexual manner. Heck, the man's entire body language spoke of nothing but sex.
'Human, remember?' Sookie said, enjoying his clever hands on her golden curls. She was suddenly very glad she'd opted for a late shower and makeup. She was only feeling rather stupid in her sweat pants and worn tank top but then again, she had been home alone all day.
'Let me take you out for dinner, than.' Eric said, his hand sliding to her bare shoulder where he caressed a little beauty sign she had there.
Sookie eyed her burnt meal desperately and then turned around, craning her neck to look him in the face.
'Are you asking me on a date?' She chuckled, trying to ignore the throbbing between her thighs and the warmth spreading in her gut from his proximity.
'Are you accepting?' Eric shot back, a hint of a smile on his suddenly serious face.
'Well I am hungry.' Sookie replied. 'I just don't think it would be much fun watching me eat… For you, I mean.' She added, looking at his hair as it fell softly on his forehead. It had grown a bit and she felt like dragging her fingers in it.
'I don't mind. I'm sure I can find ways to amuse myself.' He said, mysteriously. 'I'll wait for you on the porch?' He offered, eyeing her chest. Sookie almost rolled her eyes but instead just shrugged.
'Yes, sure. I'll be right there. I just need to change. And by the way, this is so not a date.' She said, storming out of the kitchen.
She closed the door of her room in a rush and looked around for something appropriate to wear. She yanked her tank top off her head and rolled down her sweat pants, kicking them off. She was wearing the most hideous lingerie she had in her drawers and went on a quest to find those beautiful pieces she'd bought recently, a deep burgundy lacy bra and the matching panties. She picked a cute dress in the same shade as her underwear, which was low cut both in the front and back. She then dabbed on a few drops of perfume behind her ears, between her breasts and then pulled on some stockings before removing them. The night was probably chilly but she liked how golden her skin looked with her day's tan. She then grabbed a pair of heels, which were kind of a necessity when hanging out with a 6'4'' Viking and casually strolled to the door. He was sitting on her porch swing reading a book. Her book, she realized, in horror. It was one of those really cheesy romantic novels where the heroine usually fell for the bad boy who happened to always look like a dashing cowboy version of James Dean. And most scenes where the dashing cowboy tended to the poor innocent girl were not exactly PG-13.
'This is quite interesting.' He commented, a smirk on his face, flipping through the pages at an unnatural speed. 'Here's my favorite part: She gave him a lingering kiss and moaned in delight when his hands ran down the sides of her bodice. He had very clever fingers. 'Oh, Marlon' she breathed throatily as his hands skillfully lead her own to his burgeoning and throbbing…'
She snatched the book away from him before he could continue on his reading. He snickered and she frowned.
'It's Tara's.' She commented, throwing the book on the porch swing. Eric chuckled.
'She borrows them under your name? Three times? What a bad girl she is…' He commented, very amused as he opened the book to the last page where the names of the borrowers were written in the librarian's neat handwriting.
Sookie's eyes narrowed and she snatched the book away from him once more, throwing it on the little coffee table in her entrance before storming off the porch.
'Can we go?' she snapped, her cheeks flushed. 'Or do you want to mock me some more perhaps? It's not like I wrote the goddamned book.' She hissed, her hands on her hips. Eric strolled down the steps, slowly, his eyes two cerulean slits as he approached her.
'Aren't you going to be cold? Shouldn't you grab a coat?' Eric said, eyeing her tanned skin with a more than apparent hunger. She looked so eatable when she was pissed. He groaned silently and breathed in her scent. She was wearing perfume, just a little of it. He knew that smell. He'd smelled it on her before and he liked it. It mingled perfectly with the delicious scent of her blood. The heat of her skin against the chilly air made her smell all the better and he felt like ravishing her right there. All in due time, he scolded himself.
She stared at him and turned on her heels, her shoes making very little noise as she went back inside. She came out wrapped in a very cute cream angora coat with a big hood. She stood in front of him, waiting for his approval.
'Come.' He said, grabbing her hand. The moment their skin touched, Sookie's breath caught. It was as if every time they touched, they made sparks. Eric's gaze bore into hers and they didn't move. Eric pulled her to him, his hand cradling her neck, turning her face up to his.
'Tasty.' He said before lowering his lips to hers. She didn't even bother with pushing him back. She craved his touch so much she didn't see a point in denying them both the fun. His tongue dueled with hers and she heard him groan softly, his other hand sliding into her unbuttoned coat and resting on the swell of her hip. Her own hands twisted in his hair, pressing his face to hers. The kiss lasted long and at some point she had to pull back to catch her breath.
'We should really go, otherwise I might change my mind and just take you on your porch swing.' Eric said, his eyes closed, pressing his forehead to hers. Sookie's knees almost buckled at the thought and she quickly recovered, reminding herself she really much wanted to have dinner. 'I might even let you call me Marlon…' He chuckled.
She giggled as he led her to his car. She sat in the passenger seat, surprised as she looked around. His car was beautiful and very Eric, a nice mix between speed and recklessness and a certain feline elegance. The inside was all dark beige leather and a glossy ebony wood and it was without doubt the most expensive car she'd sat in her entire life.
'You don't drive the Corvette anymore?' she asked, surprised.
Eric looked at her and then back at the road.
'Gave it to your friend Lafayette…' Eric said as the car literally purred to life. Sookie gave him a rather puzzling look but didn't say anything more for a few minutes.
'Where are we going?' She finally asked him.
'It's a surprise.' He replied, his car storming out of Bon Temps and onto the highway. Watching him drive was quite something. He drove with a smooth wildness that could only be explained by the fact he wouldn't die if they had an accident. Sookie had to remind him once or twice that maybe he wouldn't die if the car decided to make out with a tree but she most certainly would. Her concern made Eric laugh and he assured her he'd never had an accident ever since cars had been invented. Ah right, he'd been there, she thought with a smirk.
'Do you never get speeding tickets?' She asked, as she noticed they were driving way over the speed limit.
'That would for one require the police to catch me and if they do…' he responded, amused…
'You glamour them!' She exclaimed.
'Well let's just say they normally are very tolerant…I spare a smile on them.' He answered, chuckling.
Sookie was surprised at his choice of music. It was a smooth lounge beat that had very little to do with the style they played at Fangtasia. They rode in silence for a while, Sookie looking out the window and Eric looking at her. After a good twenty-minute ride, Eric's car turned into a parking lot. Eric helped Sookie out of her side and looked around the lot briefly. He then pushed her against the side of the car.
'What are you…' Sookie started to say but then his mouth was on hers and his hands were cupping her face, sucking her breath out. And all her protests were forgotten. Her hands, which had been in her pockets a second before, now slid under his shirt, caressing his lower back.
A low growl rolled through his chest and his hips pressed on hers, trapping her against the side of the car. His kisses were the most amazing thing: he could almost make her swoon just with his tongue and lips. Sookie moaned when his lips left hers to travel south on her throat.
Why did he always render her as coherent as a drunken sailor with his kisses? And why on earth did she want to rip his clothes off so bad? It was wrong and she knew it but then again how could it really be so wrong when it felt so… incredibly good?
'Eric, what are you doing?' She asked, a laugh in her voice as he planted little kisses on her neck.
'I've been wanting to do this for the entire drive.' He answered. 'I actually considered pulling over and ravishing you on the back seat. But then again, it is quite small for what I had in mind…' He replied, his cerulean gaze shining with amusement. Sookie shook her head in disbelief.
'You really are a perverted tween as Pam says.' Sookie said.
'If Pam says it, it must be true.' Eric replied, serious.
The restaurant was beautiful and classy and was more of a lounge than a restaurant really. Sookie didn't have the faintest idea where they were and frankly she didn't give a damn. She spotted plates on other people's tables and almost moaned. The food looked absolutely delicious.
'Well hello there, what a cute couple the two of you make.' A waitress cooed, handing them their menus.
'Oh we're not a couple… And he's not cute' Sookie said too quickly. The waitress eyed Eric with surprise and frowned at him and then turned an appreciative gaze to Sookie before she left.
'I think she's jealous.' Eric said, toying with his unnecessary fork.
'You think so highly of yourself…' Sookie commented, flipping through her menu.
'Of me. She's jealous of me.' Eric replied, a sly smirk on his lips.
Sookie looked at him with wide eyes and then she understood what he meant.
'Oh.' She simply said. Her cheeks turned pink and she stared at her neatly folded napkin. 'How do you know?'
'She practically devoured you there.' Eric smirked. 'And her pulse quickened when you said we weren't a couple. With a lot of conviction, I must say.' He teased her, leaning back in his seat. 'What are you going to eat?'
'I have no idea.' Sookie said, starring at her menu pointedly. Everything looked so good but she finally made her choice and picked the duck. She remembered once in her childhood eating duck and it had been delicious. When the waitress came back, Sookie blushed as the girl eyed her with obvious interest. Eric grinned.
'What shall you two be having then?' The brunette asked, ignoring Eric pointedly.
'Hum…I'll have the duck. And a coke please.' Sookie said, handing her menu to the girl with a shy smile.
'And you?' the brunette asked Eric, bored.
'Nothing. Thank you.' Eric's cool voice said. The waitress left with a longing look for Sookie and Sookie almost turned cherry red from the unwanted attention.
'I wish I could make you blush like that. It really is quite entertaining.' Eric said, his foot caressing Sookie's bare ankle. She jerked her leg at the touch and frowned.
'I'm sure you'd manage if you said something obscene as you're capable of. Do please remember we're in a restaurant and although you're not eating anything…' she started.
'Or anyone.' He mused. She frowned at him, annoyed before she resumed speaking.
'As I was saying, we are in a restaurant and I really want to eat that duck. So please refrain from saying naughty things. Thank you very much.' Sookie said, squinting her eyes at him. Eric bent over the table, closing the space between them and he started tracing little patterns on her bare arm that rested on the table.
'Now, you must really tell me, why is it you try so hard to deny your attraction to me?' Eric purred, eyeing with delight the blood that flooded her cheeks.
'There's nothing to deny.' Sookie replied, her voice quavering. He had the most mesmerizing eyes and right now they bore into hers with such intensity she felt butterflies in her stomach. And those hands of his were quite skilled, as his mouth. She'd had first hand experience with both and she couldn't say she'd disliked it. Hell, she'd begged for more. Simply thinking about her last visit at Fangtasia made her almost whimper and she felt that familiar moisture coating her panties. Damn him.
Eric's eyes closed and he listened to her fluttering heartbeat. A slow smile spread on his lips.
'Liar.' He whispered. Sookie pulled her arm out of his reach and was thankful when the waitress returned with her coke. She grabbed the icy glass and brought the straw to her lips, Eric's gaze intent on her every move.
'So, you missed me?' Sookie said, her lips slightly parted as she tried to grab the cherry that floated in her coke.
'Let me do that for you.' Eric's sexy voice said as he skillfully grabbed the cherry's stem. He then brought the fruit to Sookie's lips and cocked an amused eyebrow at her. Sookie pulled back and shot him a questioning look.
'Well? Don't you want it?' He asked, dangling the unnaturally red fruit in front of her. Sookie sighed and tried to grab the stem but he moved his hand away. 'Let me.' He ordered, wetting his lips slowly. Sookie looked at the very tempting cherry and then at his lips and rolled her eyes. She parted her lips and he put the fruit in her mouth. She bit it off the stem and stared at him as she chewed on it slowly.
'You know this is extremely tacky?' Sookie whispered to him, oblivious to the fact her lips were stained from the fruit. Eric smirked and passed his thumb on her lips, bringing it to his mouth and sucking the juice on it in a manner that made Sookie want to jump on him and rip his shirt off. Her breath caught in her throat and she grabbed her coke, intent on busying herself with something else than devouring him with her gaze.
'So, did you miss me?' Sookie finally repeated, her head cocked to the side.
'Yes. You are interesting, Sookie Stackhouse.' Eric replied, his foot finding hers once more. This time, Sookie didn't move her leg, surprising herself.
'I didn't miss you. You're annoying and stubborn.' Sookie replied, her foot sliding up his calf as her sandal dropped on the carpet.
'And dashingly handsome too, you always forget that.' Eric said, mischievously.
'Ah right. I do always forget it. Maybe because you're such a big a-hole half the time that I can't seem to remember just how dashing you are.' Sookie said, chuckling. She twirled her straw nervously in her glass as she continued stroking his calf.
Eric suddenly didn't look so amused and his gaze became lustful. His hand slid under the table and he grabbed her bare thigh just above the knee, pressing lightly. Sookie swallowed a gulp of coke and slid her hand under the table, pressing her hand to his to take it off. Eric's fingers curled around hers and she closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip. His touch really had way too much effect on her to her liking.
'What do you want from me?' Sookie said, her eyes opening slightly.
'I want you…to give in to what you want.' Eric said, letting go of her hand.
'Why do you pretend to know what I want?' Sookie asked, playing with her hair.
'I can feel it. You think I wouldn't know when a woman wants me? I've had a thousand years' worth of women, kitten. A busy thousand years.' He purred, blue eyes dazzling.
'There we go again. You are so modest, Eric…' Sookie cooed sarcastically. 'You think parading your experience in front of me will make me succumb to your dashing charms? Because if so, really, you haven't learn a thing from your thousand years' worth of women.' Sookie said, as she gazed around the restaurant.
Their waitress appeared with Sookie's food and plopped the plate down in front of her, gracing Sookie with a very dazzling smile. Sookie turned red once more and the waitress left, looking over her shoulder at Sookie as she went back to the bar.
'At that rate, I bet she'll give you her number before she brings us the check.' Eric commented, rudely playing with Sookie's food with his own fork.
'Stop toying with that, I want to eat it.' Sookie said, snatching her plate back.
'It smells weird.' Eric observed.
'It smells perfect. When you're human and hungry. Now let me eat.' Sookie scolded, bringing a bite to her lips. Eric eyed the entire procedure with such attention Sookie sighed exasperated.
'I can't eat with you staring like that!' She spontaneously retorted. 'I'm not a monkey in a zoo, for God's sake.'
'I like watching you.' Eric said. 'It's not like I have anything else to do whilst you eat.'
'You could eat yourself.' Sookie replied, shoving a bite in her mouth. The food was absolutely delicious.
'I'm not entirely sure you'd appreciate if I drank from one of those lovely ladies in your presence.' Eric said, nodding at a few single women sitting at the bar, enjoying their drinks.
'What makes you think they'd allow you?' Sookie shot back, clearly pissed.
'Want me to ask them?'
'What about drinking from me? Would you enjoy that?' Sookie said, surprising them both. She shoved another bite of her duck in her mouth, waiting for his answer. Eric stared at her, his eyes glazing with lust.
'Are you offering?' Eric said, his fangs drawing slowly.
'Maybe.' Sookie whispered. 'But not here.' She added, looking at him from under her black lashes.
Eric's jaw tensed and he leaned back in his chair.
'You surprise me still.' Eric commented as she emptied her glass and dabbed her napkin on her lips. They were silent for a few minutes and Sookie ate, throwing him careful glances once in a while. After a while, she dropped her fork and drank a long gulp of her coke.
'You were very hungry.' He smirked, eyeing her now empty plate. 'Would you like dessert with that? They make a fabulous chocolate soufflé.' Eric said, nodding his head at a nearby table where a couple was enjoying said soufflé.
'Sure. I love chocolate.' Sookie replied. 'You take a lot of women here? I can't picture you actually bothering with that when you can just glamour them into doing so and so…' Sookie said, toying with him.
'Pam takes her dates her.' Eric explained. 'And no, I don't bother with taking my food out. And I don't glamour them either.' Eric added. He spoke of the women he drank from as if they were boxes of Mac and cheese he bought at the supermarket.
'Your food.' Sookie snickered, grabbing an ice cube from her now empty glass and popping it in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. Eric eyed the procedure with curiosity.
'What are you doing?' he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
'Jason and I used to do contests as to how many we could put in out mouth without getting a brain freeze when we were younger. I always won cause I could always tell when he was lying.' Sookie explained, smiling.
Eric smiled too and grabbed an ice cube in her glass, putting it in his own mouth.
'Let's see which of us wins.' He said, giving her a fangy smile.
'It's not exactly fair…' Sookie said, popping a second cube in her mouth.
'How so?' Eric replied, popping two.
'Well you're dead. You could hardly get a brain freeze.' Sookie giggled. She popped a few more ice cubes in her mouth and frowned at how cold it was.
The brunette chose that moment to come back to the table and take away Sookie's empty plate.
'How was it?' She asked Sookie. With the ice cubes in her mouth, Sookie uttered a weird 'great' that made Eric chuckle. The waitress offered her the dessert menu and Sookie simply pointed to the couple's soufflé and tried ordering it with her mouth full. She could hardly spit the cubes out and they simply wouldn't melt fast enough.
'What the lady means is she'd very much like a soufflé.' Eric said, his voice smooth.
'Ah, right.' The waitress said, puzzled. 'It'll take a few minutes.'
'Not a problem.' Eric replied, content as a cat. When the waitress finally left, Sookie was able to swallow her ice cubes and started laughing.
'I must have sounded completely bogus.'
'You just sounded like you'd had a mouthful…' Eric said, looking as sinful as ever. Sookie's eyes narrowed and she sighed.
'Why are you always so… overly sexual?' She teased.
'Why are you always in denial?' Eric retorted.
'Why do you want me anyways? You've made it abundantly clear you can get whoever you want. Why me?'
'Because you resist.' Eric replied, almost purring.
'So the key to Mr Northman's bed is basically to absolutely loathe the mere idea of it…' Sookie teased. 'Well that is very interesting…' Eric stared at her, a small grin on his lips, studying her.
He couldn't understand it himself but he was fascinated by the whole of her. What had started as mere physical attraction that first night in Fangtasia had turned into so much more as he'd gotten to know her better. She was by far the most interesting human he'd met, and not only because she wasn't entirely human, but because she was profoundly good and caring for the ones she loved. Whenever he thought about Sookie's generosity, it reminded him of that painful morning a few weeks ago when Godric had met the sun and he hadn't been able to do a thing about it. She'd immediately offered to stay with him till the end and he would never forget that.
'Can I ask you a question?' He suddenly said, breaking the silence that had grown between them, a very pregnant silence that is. Sookie nodded and waited for him to speak.
'Did… did Godric tell you anything at all before he…' Eric said, his voice strong, trying to hide the great emotional baggage this small question held for him.
'Yes.' Sookie replied, truthful. She was quite surprised he'd bring up such a question at a moment like this one but then again there were quite a few things she didn't understand about Eric.
'What did he tell you?' Eric asked. 'I've been wondering for a while but I couldn't bring myself to ask.' Eric said, staring at his unused napkin.
'Surprisingly enough, he asked me to take care of you.' Sookie said, a small smile on her lips. Eric looked up at her, surprised. Sookie stared at her hands before she continued. 'I told him I didn't know if I could indeed care for you, because you're just so very… you.' Sookie added. 'He said he could take the blame for that but I disagreed. I think you're pretty much yourself, whatever people say or do. And it is what sets you apart from other people I've met.' She concluded as she spotted the waitress with the soufflé on a platter. The brunette placed it on the table with a beautiful smile for Sookie's cleavage and then left. Eric hadn't uttered a word and Sookie was afraid he was pissed at her boldness.
'What did you think of Godric?' Eric asked her as she put a bite of the delicious chocolate cake in her mouth. She let it melt on her tongue and looked delighted by the taste. She swallowed and dabbed her napkin to her lips before answering.
'He looked very kind. And generous. And selfless. Dangerous without doubt, but the again aren't all vampires? And most of all, he cared for you. He loved you very much, Eric.' Sookie replied, digging her fork into the soufflé once more.
'He said you were special, too. Said I should watch out for you…' Eric replied, dipping his finger in the soufflé and bringing it to his mouth.
'What are you doing? I thought you couldn't eat anything but blood…' Sookie asked surprised as he sucked the delicious cake off his finger.
'That's not exactly true. Most food tastes vile to us, but I have grown to be fond of chocolate…' Eric replied.
Sookie's eyes sparkled and she plopped her fork in the soufflé and held the chocolate bite right in front of his mouth. Eric's eyes became slits and he wrapped his mouth around the fork, allowing the chocolate to melt on his tongue. He held her hand in place as he let the fork out of his mouth in a slow deliberately sexy movement. Sookie eyed the entire procedure with heavy lidded eyes and when she finally retrieved her fork, she let it down on the table, dipping her own finger in the chocolate soufflé. She brought her finger to her lips and she sucked on it, savoring the cake, her eyes on Eric. He almost purred.
'It tastes delicious.' She commented, dipping her finger in the moist cake once more.
'You are such a tease…' He whispered, leaning back in his seat.
'No, I'm a darling…' Sookie replied, a small smile on her lips.
They eyed each other for a while and the waitress suddenly popped out of nowhere and took the empty plate away. She then brought the check and Sookie shook herself out of the trance Eric's eyes had put her in. Sookie's hand shot for her purse but Eric growled.
'My treat.' He said, simply.
'You didn't even eat anything. Let me pay for my food.' Sookie ordered him, taking out her credit card. The blond Viking wouldn't have it so he turned to the waitress who was looking at them, bored and he spoke a few words to her, low. Sookie growled in frustration as the brunette grabbed the two hundred dollar bills Eric had just given her and left, looking puzzled and very glamoured.
'You're such a jerk. You glamoured her?' Sookie sneered, pouting.
'Me? Of course not…' Eric replied, grinning. Sookie turned her head, annoyed and looked over at the dance floor near the bar where a few people were dancing to a slow beat.
'Dance with me.' Eric suddenly offered. Sookie cocked a surprised eyebrow at him.
'You dance.' She stated, surprised.
'A thousand years, kitten. There are very few things I haven't tried…' he said, smirking. He offered her his hand and she glanced at it and then at the dance floor at the other end of the room.
Sookie hesitated a second before she grabbed his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. He spun her around effectively and pressed his hips to hers, grinding in rhythm to the low pulsating beat of the song. Sookie closed her eyes, entranced by his touch, his hands roaming over her body.
Sookie's arms reached behind her head and locked around his neck, her fingers digging in his hair. She almost gasped when his mouth found the crook of her neck and her hips moved of their own accord against his. His hands roughly ran up the length of her thighs and under the skirt of her dress, resting there before he slipped them out and spun her around once more so that she faced him. They weren't exactly following the beat of the song anymore, but a much more primal one as he rubbed her against his growing erection. Sookie's chin jerked up and she gave him a surprised look, her lips parting on a silent gasp. He slid his hands down her back and rested them on the cleft of her butt, guiding her hips to his. He was almost purring and Sookie felt her knees buckle and was thankful for his strong grip on her.
A few people had stopped dancing to look at that stunning couple, and some were even murmuring.
What the fuck is he doing with her? She isn't that pretty…
Oh. My. God. He is so freaking gorgeous! Why can't I have a piece of ass like his? Fucking Ryan wouldn't stand a chance against that… wow…
He's the lucky man tonight. She's quite hot. Nice tits…
That flow of thoughts had Sookie dizzy and she rested her forehead against his strong chest.
'Eric…'
'Yes?'
'Can we go?' she whispered, so low she feared a second her wouldn't hear it. But he did and he wrapped his hand around her waist. He guided her towards their table and snatched her purse and coat before they slipped out of the restaurant. In a minute, they were by his car and he pressed her against the side, his mouth finding hers in the most searing kiss. Sookie moaned and she bit his bottom lip, sucking at it roughly as one of his hands lost itself in her hair and the other cupped her ass, pressing her to his hips. He was very excited, as she.
'You taste like chocolate.' Sookie sighed.
'You taste so fucking good.' Eric replied, yanking her chin up so he could plunder her mouth more deeply. Without saying anything, Eric pulled her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his hips and he sat her on the hood of the car. Eric's hand slipped up towards her chest and he undid the first buttons of her dress, exposing the edge of her bra and the valley in between her breasts. Sookie's hand slid to his buckle of its own accord and she undid his zipper, slipping her hand into his jeans as she had done just two nights ago. Eric tensed when her hand closed around his length and he growled, his mouth desperately seeking hers. Sookie moaned louder when his own hand started rubbing her wet panties, causing some very welcomed friction down there. She felt as if she was going to implode from unsatisfied libido.
Their making out was quickly escalating to something more and Sookie realized they could very well get arrested for exhibitionism if they kept at it.
'Eric. Not here.' Eric grunted and pulled her to him, dragging her with vampire speed to a dark alley behind the restaurant. Eric pressed her back into the red bricks of the wall and Sookie gasped, enjoying his dominance. Sookie's breaths were ragged and her blood was literally boiling in her veins.
'Bite me.' Sookie suddenly breathed as she increased the rhythm of her hand on his length. His caresses on her became more and more invasive and Sookie pulled her hair aside clumsily, offering him her throat.
'Bite me' she ordered him, moaning as he pushed her panties aside. Eric bent his mouth to her neck, fangs out and he bit down at the same moment he slid a finger into her. Sookie whimpered and her grip tightened on him and she stopped stroking him, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her. She thought she might faint but he brought her back to reality, his erection pressed painfully against her hand. She curled her fingers around it and began pumping him some more, her rhythm increasing slowly. His mouth sucked at her neck and she could hear him grunt in pleasure as his hand discovered her core once more.
'You taste so good.' He moaned, licking at the bite marks he'd left on her neck. His hand was still busy in her panties and hers in his pants. His breathing became almost as ragged as hers even though he didn't need to breathe. Suddenly, as his mouth nibbled and sucked at the skin of her neck, his hand stopped caressing her and she moaned in disappointment.
'What is it?' She murmured, stroking his length slowly. She let go of his length to burry her hands in his hair as he kissed her roughly.
'Bed.' Was all he said, pulling her towards his car in a swift move that left her panting and surprised.
'Where are we going?' She asked, dizzied by their making out.
'Your place.' Eric said, his car zooming off the lot. Sookie had to concentrate to keep her hands off Eric as she didn't want them having a somewhat embarrassing car accident. Eric's erection was apparent and she couldn't help but giggle.
'What's so funny?' He asked, jaw tense even though he was amused.
'Mr Northman you seem incapacitated… I wish I could help really…' Sookie murmured, eyeing his jeans with a sly smile. Eric gazed at her, growling.
'Oh you'll help.' He said, his eyes back on the road. The drive, which had taken a good twenty minutes on the way to the restaurant, took about half as much back to Sookie's house. The moment Eric's car stopped, he stormed out of it and literally pulled Sookie out her side, ripping her coat off. Sookie moaned but he silenced her with a fiery kiss.
They staggered to her front door like drunken teenagers, their hands roaming all over, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Eric almost kicked her door in to get them inside faster. He peeled his lips off hers as she pulled his t-shirt off.
'Bed?' He muttered as he ripped her dress open, breaking half the buttons on it. Sookie pressed her lace-clad breasts on Eric's bare chest, mewing like a hungry cat. She tried to guide him to her bedroom but they only made it as far as the middle of the corridor. Eric pulled her up with one hand, his other unbuckling his belt. Sookie's hands pushed his jeans down and he got rid of them. Sookie had never been so thankful for his habit of going commando. Before she could protest or say anything, he pressed her back on the wall of her corridor and ripped her panties off, rubbing the tip of his length on her.
'Oh god.' She moaned, her hips arching towards him. His mouth trailed burning open-mouthed kisses on her throat and down towards her breasts.
'Why'd you bother with this?' He groaned, trying hard to keep their balance as he snapped her bra off, throwing it on the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped loudly when his clever mouth closed on her nipple, lavishing on it. His hand slid between them and he started caressing her core, delighting in how aroused and ready she was.
'I want you so bad.' He groaned in her ear, biting on her earlobe as his hand continued caressing her.
'You're preaching to the choir.' She whined, gasping for breath as his teeth softly bit down on her nipple. She felt his fangs scrape her skin and she roughly pulled his face up pressing her lips to his for a passionate kiss. She rolled her tongue on his now completely exposed fangs, pricking her tongue. He sucked on it and groaned loudly.
Sookie rubbed her breasts against his chest and Eric pushed her back on the wall more forcefully. He teased her some more, his erection painfully pressed between their stomachs.
'Just do it already.' She moaned when he rubbed his length on her sensitive nub once more.
'Your wish is my command.' Eric purred in her ear, entering her in a swift move. They stayed there, unmoving for a few seconds. Sookie pressed her forehead against Eric's moaning softly as she adapted to his size. He then started moving, holding her hips with his strong hands, guiding the movement. She felt as though she was a torch and Eric had just set fire to her. He just felt so good, so perfectly and devilishly good. He knew exactly how to touch her and she wanted nothing more than for him to take her again and again and again. Passionate primal sex, he'd once said, well if this wasn't it, her name wasn't Sookie, she thought, as he accelerated the movement of their grinding hips.
'Eric…' She moaned in his ear as his clever hands roamed over he body, caressing and pinching and massaging her in all the right places whilst keeping them balanced and increasing the rhythm of their joint hips ever so slightly. The man had skill, there was no denying it.
'Say it again.' He ordered, cupping her chin with one hand, tilting her head so that he stared into her eyes with his stormy blue eyes.
'Eric.' She whispered.
'I love it on your lips.' He murmured, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it softly, causing her to whimper in pleasure. Sookie could feel that she'd soon orgasm and as if he'd felt it, he suddenly stopped moving in her altogether, causing her to almost cry in frustration.
'That's how I've been feeling for the past months.' He groaned, breathing on in her ear.
Sookie's eyes snapped open and she gazed in his bright cerulean eyes her lips parted on a silent protest.
'What a shame…Let me make up for that?' she whispered, her mouth finding the crook of his neck. She bit his skin, sucking and nibbling. Eric growled and his fingers dug in her hips possessively. Suddenly, Eric lowered her to the ground, laying her on the soft carpet of the corridor, his hands on her ass to keep her where he wanted her.
'Oh yes you will…' Eric growled, sliding in and out of her once more, causing Sookie to moan loudly. Seeing Eric's fangs drawn, Sookie turned her neck to offer it to him but Eric smirked and eyed her breasts.
'Do it.' She simply muttered, her head lolling to the side as one of his rhythm increased once more, his hips angled so he hit her most sensitive spot every single time. Eric sucked at her nipple softly and, suddenly, he bit down just as she came, shaking in his arms. He soon followed, his own orgasm hitting him as he drank a few gulps from Sookie's breast.
He collapsed on her, balancing his weight on his elbows, his face nuzzled between her breasts, planting small kisses on her stomach. Sookie laid on the carpet, her fingers lost in his hair, panting heavily.
'I think we missed the bed.' Eric suddenly whispered. Sookie started giggling and she yanked his hair roughly, causing him to look up at her.
'Pity.' Sookie breathed, looking at the carpet with a small grin.
'Lucky for the bed.' Eric mused, trailing kisses on her collarbone.
'Kiss me.' She ordered as his hands roamed down to tease her into frenzy.
'Let's find the bed first.' Eric murmured, licking his lips.
'No. Let's see if you can multitask.' Sookie breathed as his lips captured hers in a toe-curling kiss.