Here goes again, some more smutty fun loll this one isn't as naughty as the previous one, but then again what fun would it be without some tension hey?
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Sookie woke up that morning with her entire body hurting. She probably had bruises in places she never thought possible and yet she felt content like a cat. Eric had left just before dawn, leaving her to rest after hours and hours of incredible sex, the most incredible she'd had in her entire life and probably the most incredible she'd ever get. The man could do things she'd never even read about in magazines and naughty books.
Sitting up in her bed, Sookie gazed around her bedroom. It was as she'd left it the night before with the exception of the bed, which was, generally speaking, a complete and utter mess. Naked as the day she was born, Sookie walked to the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. Her hair was tangled and some tiny strands clung to her forehead. Her mascara was smudged and her lips looked puckered by the hundreds of kisses they'd shared. Her bottom lip even looked a bit bloodied from Eric's nibbling. Passing trembling fingers on her lips, Sookie whimpered. Sookie then stared at her neck for several minutes. It was covered in hickeys and on her jugular, amongst all the bluish bruises, were two tiny puncture wounds that were already healing. Her gaze then dropped to her breasts and shoulders. She had bruises on her shoulders and twin punctures on her left breast. It is when Sookie saw her thighs and hips that she almost gasped in surprise. She had bruises there too, on her hipbones, where Eric had held her and she also had twin punctures on the inside of her right thigh. And bruises. From his consistent and swoon-worthy rhythmic ramming. Actually, now that she thought back, she had almost fainted at some point, but not from pain…
And even though Sookie should have felt disgusted with herself for letting a man do that to her, all she did was giggle. She looked as if she'd been run over by a train. Her bones felt like jelly and she decided to draw herself a warm bath to relax. Her emotions were a maelstrom. She had enjoyed the previous night a lot more than she should have, seeing as she was convinced she could never love a man like Eric, but then again he wasn't exactly a man. And he was just overwhelming. Sookie checked the time on her alarm clock before slipping in the warm water with a sigh. It was already well past lunchtime and she was not working today.
She remained in the bath for almost an hour, washing and shaving and massaging every single inch of her body until she felt better physically. The rumble of her stomach informed her that she was hungry and as she twisted her damp curls to drain the excess water, she realized there wasn't much left in her fridge since she'd burnt the last of her food last night because of the infuriating Viking.
And in all honesty, the only place she really wanted to be was Fangtasia to see him, but they didn't serve the kind of food she needed. And going to Merlotte's with her neck looking like a raw steak was completely out of the question. After blow-drying her hair to perfection, she applied some makeup and tried to cover the worst of the hickeys on her neck. She then put on her favorite lingerie, scandalously skimpy white lace boy shorts with the matching bra, sprayed a tad of perfume between her breasts and pulled on a cute dress of hers in a pretty navy color. She had no idea why she wanted to look this good for him seeing as he exasperated her half the time and made her want to have sex continuously the other half of the time, but somehow she just knew she had to win this time and she promised herself to leave Fangtasia tonight with him on her heels, begging for it. As satisfied as last night had left her, she was in the mood to take the upper hand tonight and she was going to do exactly that. When she was ready, Sookie grabbed her coat, which was still lying on the floor between the front door and the stairs – where Eric had discarded it after an impromptu strip tease of his own – and she stormed out on her porch as the sun started descending towards the horizon. With November approaching, the days were shorter and shorter and somehow that made Sookie smile. Shorter days meant longer nights… Shaking those thoughts from her mind, Sookie realized she was acting like an infatuated tween and decided if her plan was to work, she'd need to look careless. After all, as she'd read in a magazine, the power in a relationship stood with the person whom cared less.
Driving to the outskirts of Shreveport, Sookie blasted music on the stereo to keep her mind off Eric. She stopped at a little restaurant to grab a bite and tried to stay there the longest she possibly could before going mad with the need to see Eric. She'd luckily grabbed that stupid book he'd mocked her about and read some more of Marlon and Charlotte's steamy romance to keep her mind off a certain Viking.
'Eric, stop pouncing around, you're getting on my nerves…' Pam sneered as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick.
'Pam, when I want you're opinion, I'll ask.' Eric retorted, his hand in his hair as he crossed his office in two strides for the fiftieth time that night. The sun had set more than two hours ago and the bar was going to open in a few minutes and still, not a call, not a text from her. What the hell was she doing? Had he been too hard on her and she was still sleeping? She couldn't possibly be that tired…
'Ohhh, someone is cranky… You have to tell me how it was… Can she still walk?' Pam teased, winking at him in the mirror. Eric sighed but couldn't help but smirk slightly. It had been… amazing. And yet, instead of quenching his lust, it had only stimulated it. If she didn't come that night, he'd probably rip his office apart. Or break her door down. The second option sounded more promising as she probably would be standing behind said door, wearing nothing but a… Eric stopped his train of thoughts and gazed at Pam as she zipped up her leather corset with a pout.
'Must I really always wear leather?' She asked, eyeing herself from the side to see how the corset flattered her chest. Eric rolled his eyes.
'We have spoken about this before, yes, leather or latex. I don't give a fuck, sincerely as long as you enthrall the vermin, but the bloodbags do. I don't know where they got this whole idea of us being fans of black…' Pam eyed his entire black ensemble with a critical glare.
'Black suits you though. And why don't you wear latex? I'm sure she'd love that on your tight little buns.' Pam commented, a cheeky smile on her face. Eric shot her a warning glance and Pam chuckled.
'Alright, alright, I'll leave you to pounce around like a pissed off tiger. If she comes…'
Eric sat on the edge of his desk and put his hand in his jean pockets the moment Pam was out to retrieve his cell phone and check if he'd gotten a text or missed a call. Which of course he had not. After checking his image in the mirror, he ruffled his hair and decided he might as well go and enjoy one of the dancers' exotic moves to take his mind off Sookie Stackhouse. He sat in his throne and watched the bar fill with pathetic bloodbags. He didn't find the term fangbangers infuriating anymore as he had just after the Great Revelation. It was just an appropriate title for a bunch of pathetic freaks that loved black and spiky dog collars and craved vampire sex… Usually he'd have found some pretty dumb chick on the dance floor to take his mind off Sookie, after all, his looks usually earned him the most beautiful girls Northern Louisiana had to offer, but tonight, all he wanted was Sookie Stackhouse, naked. Lots and lots of Sookie Stackhouse with very little clothes. Sitting on his throne, Eric decided he might as well pose for the business, as the nights he made an appearance always had great repercussions on the nightly income.
Sookie stormed out of her car because she couldn't stand it anymore. She needed to see him, physically craved his presence. As she strolled towards the door she couldn't help but hear the fangbangers' thoughts as they took in her appearance.
Damn bitch, she got some vampire sex… screw her!
What the hell happened to her? I'm sure it's that barman… he looks the type to hickey up a girl….
Sookie blushed and approached Pam, a determined look on her face. Pam spotted her and couldn't help the grin on her face.
'Sookie… You look…' Pam started to say but Sookie shot her a death glare and raised an annoyed eyebrow.
'Just let me in, Pam…' She said, rolling her eyes as Pam stared at her neck pointedly.
'You do know you've made him nuts and absolutely useless?' Pam sneered, crossing her arms on her leather clad chest.
'I don't know what you're talking about…'
'He's horny as hell.' Pam shot back, a skeptical eyebrow raised, as her eyes slid down Sookie's hickey-covered throat and down the deep v of her dress towards her full breasts.
'Just great…' Sookie drawled as she sidestepped a very amused Pam and entered the club. The music was loud and there were already loads of people there, but somehow she just knew he'd be on his throne. And that's why she didn't even glance in that direction and headed straight for the bar to get a drink. One of those decadent drinks he'd had created just for her.
'Hey…' She said to Ginger who was wiping a clean spot on the counter, obviously out of it.
'Oh! Hey, sweet pie! What can I get ya? You know everything is always on the house for you…' Ginger said, a hand on her bony bare hip.
'I don't know how it's called, but you know that drink Eric had made for me the last time I came here?' Sookie asked, cocking her head to the side. She could almost physically feel his eyes on her and it took all her will power not to whip her head around and stare at him. Instead, she slipped off her coat and let it slide slowly off her arms, dropping it on purpose on the ground so she'd have to bend to pick it up. Obviously her move hadn't gone unnoticed because a vampire was by her side the next second, eyeing her neck with a surprised gaze.
'My, my, what's a pretty darling like you doing with her neck looking like that? What kind of a vamp does that to a lady?' The vampire slurred, his dark beautiful eyes boring into hers. He was trying to glamour her and Sookie couldn't help but laugh. Vampires were so predictable sometimes. The beautiful vampire didn't seem pleased at all with her laughing at him.
'What's so funny?' He said, his face dangerously close to hers.
'Nothing, nothing, Sir.' She said with her best Crazy Sookie smile. The vampire looked pleased enough with that and sat down at the bar next to her.
'So what might be your name, pretty lady?' He said. Sookie was quite surprised by his manners as most vampires usually just took without asking, but he seemed a genuine gentleman even though he'd tried to glamour her, unsuccessfully. He was quite dashing, nothing like the other vampires she'd met here, with curly chocolate brown hair and dark hazel eyes, a full pout and a strong jaw. He had a tiny scar on his left eyebrow that Sookie observed, fascinated. For some reason, she didn't feel like going to see Eric just yet. If he really wanted her just as bad as she wanted him, he'd come on his own. She'd done the first steps, coming to Fangtasia, now it was his turn to do a move and remove his lazy yet perfect ass from his throne and join her at the bar or invite her in a booth. Thinking about the booths, she remembered the Halloween night and blushed, something the handsome dark haired vampire didn't fail to notice.
'So, do you have a name?' The vampire asked again, a cocky smile on his pouty lips.
'I'm Sookie Stackhouse.' She said, batting her lashes at him. Ginger chose that moment to return with Sookie's drink and placed it in front of her. Turning to grab a red straw from behind the counter, Sookie's gaze fell upon Eric. And he looked absolutely dashing. And he was starring at her intently. And he didn't look pleased at all. Sookie couldn't help but wink at him and turned back towards the handsome vampire.
'And you? What might be your name, Sir?'
'James.' The vampire said smirking. 'Now might I ask who ever did that to your neck?'
'You see that man on the throne over there? That would be him.' Sookie said, an angelic look on her face. James turned and stared at Eric for a few seconds before he turned back to Sookie.
'You're Eric's girl?' James asked, taken aback.
'Not exactly.' Sookie responded mysteriously, taking her red straw between her lips and sipping on the delicious drink. 'How do you know him?' she asked innocently, as if any vampire of the area could possibly ignore who Eric was.
'Everyone knows the Sheriff. And how possessive he is. I'm surprised he hasn't ripped my arm off for even talking to you.' James mused, leaning his elbow against the bar in a very human gesture.
'Aren't you afraid he'll banish you or something?' Sookie giggled, twirling her straw in her glass.
'Ah well, I'll be damned if I leave a lady such as you all alone in a crowded bar because the Sheriff might get pissed. Anyhow, I love a bit of a challenge…' He countered, gnawing slightly at his bottom lip.
Sookie observed him as she drank the mysterious drink. He looked at her glass and then at her full lips.
'What are you drinking?' he asked, amused. She was quite the sight even with her neck covered in bruises.
'I don't know. But it's awfully good. I'd offer you a sip, but then again you probably wouldn't enjoy it as much as I do.' Sookie said. She had no idea what she was doing, flirting with this handsome vampire when her very own Viking Vampire was starring at her, burning holes in her back, furious.
From his spot on the throne, Eric observed Sookie and James. What the hell was that vampire thinking, talking to Sookie like that as if he even stood a chance with her? And why was she openly flirting? Was she seriously trying to play hard to get with him?
'Pam.' He muttered. The next second Pam was next to him, arms crossed on her chest.
'What is it, Eric?' She asked, looking over the bar with a bored glance.
'What the fuck is that vamp doing?' Eric asked, clenching his fists on the arms of his throne. He heard the wood crack and decided he might as well not destroy the furniture just yet.
'Which one?' Pam asked. 'You do know there are quite a couple of us in here tonight…' she added, stating the only-too-evident.
'Which one you think?' Eric snarled in Swedish.
'Where is he?' Pam said, smirking.
'Bar. With Sookie.' Eric hissed.
'Oh.' Pam said, amused. She chuckled. 'I think they're flirting.' Pam said, mischievously.
'Go take him away, keep him occupied, do whatever it takes but I don't want him talking to her.' Eric hissed again.
'Go yourself. He's really not my type. I've spotted a rather tasty esthetician near the backdoor… Love her skimpy little dress… To die for.' Pam sneered, a cocky grin on her red lips. Eric shot her a dangerous glance.
'I will not grovel in front of Miss Stackhouse.' He growled in Swedish.
'Still not on first name basis? I would have thought she'd allow you to call her Sookie since you fucked her good last night…' Pam said, obviously toying with him.
'Pam…' Eric warned.
'Eric, at your age, don't you see she's doing it on purpose? She couldn't possibly care less about that dark vamp. She's just doing it to piss you off. And I must congratulate her because it is working awfully well. Go talk to her and I assure you you'll be fucking on your desk in no time. Now I have to return to the door. Chow isn't exactly proficient with reading birthdates on the licenses…'
Eric almost growled in frustration. If he went to Sookie, the entire bar would know she was the one who held the upper hand in the relationship, but he just couldn't stand seeing her with another man. It was just way too frustrating. Suddenly, Sookie turned and looked his way. Their gazes caught and he mouthed the words 'Come here', curling the index of his left hand in a gesture that could mean only one thing. She raised her eyebrows and bit her bottom lip, passing a lazy hand in her hair to shake it out on her shoulders, her gaze still locked on Eric's. And then she turned back to James, a flirty smile plastered on her lips.
Ginger was passing right in front of him with a platter at that moment.
'Ginger!' He growled. She stopped and swirled around, looking for the person who'd said her name. The woman was dumb like a box of rocks. She finally turned to him, a stupid smile on her face. The woman had really been glamoured a bit too much.
'Yes, Master?' She said, her elfish face furrowed in a bizarre look.
'Fetch me Miss Stackhouse will you?'
'Fetch her?' Ginger asked puzzled. Of course one-brain cell Ginger wouldn't grasp the figurative sense behind the expression fetch her… And somehow, imagining Ginger fetching Sookie like one would a Frisbee didn't even bring a smile on his face. He was that irritated - and horny as can be.
'Go and get her. And bring her here.' He ordered, his eyes on Sookie as he spoke to Ginger. Ginger looked over her shoulder and simply nodded.
'Alright. Let me just drop these at table six and I'll be back with her. What should I tell her?' Ginger retorted.
'Tell her… tell her, her presence is requested. Now.' Eric said, his frustration rising like boiling water in a kettle.
Ginger quickly went to table six where she gave their drinks to a bunch of loud women before returning to the bar where she spoke briefly to Sookie.
'Eric requests your presence at the throne.' Ginger said, eyeing James suspiciously before turning her gaze to Sookie.
'Eric requests? Oh dear god, let's all grovel at his feet. You can tell him I'm busy with a charming vampire and if he wants to talk to me, he'll come down himself.' Sookie replied with a more than charming smile for James. He had just ordered a bottle of O-Neg and was sipping at it with a grimace on his face.
'Are you sure you don't want to come? He'll be mighty pissed…' Ginger said.
'Yes, I'm sure.' Sookie said. She then whipped her head around and gave Eric a long look before rolling her eyes as if to say Aren't-we-over-that-yet.
Ginger edged back towards the throne and Sookie resumed her conversation with James.
'So, is O-Neg your favorite?' Sookie said, downing the last of her drink.
'No. Actually I really hate Tru Blood. Tastes metallic and foul. But I made a vow never to drink off an unwilling lady.' James said, his eyes narrowing. A growl suddenly erupted in the bar and both her and James turned around to look at Eric. Ginger had already retreated towards the employee's door and Eric was on his feet. The next thing she knew, Sookie was between a hard place and a rock, literally speaking as Eric was right behind her and James was sitting just a tad bit too close for comfort, sizing up his Sheriff behind Sookie's back.
'Get the fuck out of my bar now if you value your pathetic life.' Was Eric's opening line for James. What a charmer, Sookie thought with a giggle.
'We're having a conversation, Eric.' She pointed out, turning around to look at him. She grinned mischievously at him, her eyes sparkling and he almost growled in frustration.
'Well you told Ginger I was to come down here if I wanted a…conversation with you. Here I am.' Eric said, possessively eyeing Sookie's teasing lips. And Sookie couln't help but notice how pornographic he'd made the simple word conversation sound. Yes, they'd have a nice conversation like the previous night… A nice long, wild, passionate, sexy as hell conversation… At the thought, Sookie's cheeks flushed.
'You, go.' He said to James. James didn't wait to see just how possessive Eric was of the little blonde and took Sookie's hand to kiss it before he bowed and strolled away.
'Hopefully I'll see you again…' He said before disappearing in the crowd.
'In your dreams, leech.' Eric snarled, before turning to look at her. Eric really had a vast vocabulary to address vamp vermin.
'What exactly are you doing, Sookie?' Eric asked, his baritone voice barely above a whisper as she turned on her stool to look at him once the dark vampire had gone. He was looking absolutely divine that night and Sookie couldn't help the wave of heat that spread from the apex of her thighs all the way up her spine and down to her toes. His cerulean eyes were two burning orbs and his hair was tousled to perfection, giving him that boyish yet ruggedly handsome manly look. And black was just to die for on him.
'I was merely chatting with a charming vamp. You know, seeing as most of you have no manners at all I'm rather surprised ones such as James exist. He makes me think of Marlon…' She teased. Eric remembered her naughty book and couldn't help his lips twitching into a tiny smirk.
He then eyed her neck and his eyes became slits.
'Did you sleep on rocks, Miss Stackhouse?' he asked, amused. Sookie's own eyes narrowed and she grinned slightly.
'I did have a rough tumble last night. Or should I say, I slept with a rock…' She admitted, her finger dipping in a second drink that had replaced her empty one. She slipped her index in her mouth and sucked on it, her eyes never leaving Eric's. 'Not that I mind…'
'I'm sorry I believe I was a bit…' he started to say.
'Rough? I look like I've been run over by a car, Eric.' Sookie chuckled.
'Yes, well you clawed your way down my chest and back…And you bit me. Numerous times. I think fair is fair.' Eric grunted, his groin aching with the memory of their wild passionate sex on her carpet, against her wall, on the little bureau in her hall, on her bed…
'Cheater. You heal in like three minutes!' Sookie exclaimed, in mock anger.
'Touché. I think we might just have to take a second round so you can mark me. Again.' Eric said, looming closer to her. Sookie's breath caught and she reminded herself what she'd come to do that night.
'Mr Northman, I'm not entirely sure I've had enough to drink to allow you such talk.'
'Miss Stackhouse, I know exactly what you mean.' Eric said, his voice a low purr. His hand rested on her bare thigh now and Sookie crossed her legs, trapping his hand there.
'Oh no. I'm not doing the public sex thing. Again.' Sookie warned, raising a defying eyebrow.
'I might just have to drag you back to my office so we can test the desk, kitten…' Eric offered. She could make him go mad. She was such a teasing little thing.
'Or you can sit with me and we can have a civilized conversation…' Sookie said, eyeing the stool next to her. Instead, Eric grabbed her drink in one hand and her waist in the other, dragging her towards his booth.
'I won't be seen sitting at the bar…' He explained, pushing her on the booth's plushy red seat before joining her.
'This seems awfully familiar…' Sookie commented.
'Awfully… If I remember well, you were moaning my name the last time we sat here…' Eric murmured in her ear, causing her to gasp softly, a blush flushing her face.
'Well you are quite proficient with those hands of yours…' Sookie admitted, looking at him out the corner of her eye.
'Am I?' Eric said, his hands sliding down the curve of her shoulders to rest on her hips. Sookie tensed and slapped his hand away. What was it with this man and public sexual activities?
'So, how are you doing?' She asked him sliding away from him on the plush seat. He was really dashing that night. And she'd be damned if she said she didn't want him. Heck, her entire being, every single cell of her body, yelled for him to smash his strong body on hers and for him to ravish her until she forgot her name. Why on earth did she feel like licking that delicious little dimple near his lips every single time he smiled that devilish grin of his?
'Horny as fuck and you just happen to be the best remedy for that.' He answered casually.
'Oh do stop. We will not have sex here… You can get this idea out of your mind right this instant.' Sookie replied, taking a long gulp of her drink. She licked her lips, savoring the taste. Had the room just gotten warmer or was it just her?
'What would it cost me to know the recipe to this?' She asked, a naughty smile on her lips, nodding at her glass.
'Hours and hours and hours of sex.' Eric replied, smirking. Sookie's cheeks reddened and she rolled her eyes.
'Is it really the only thing you can think about? Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex?' She said, taking an ice cube to pop it in her mouth. But Eric was faster and he slipped one right in between her breasts. Sookie gasped loudly attracting the attention of the second half of the bar that wasn't already watching them with hungry or lustful eyes. Sookie slapped a chuckling Eric on the arm before trying to fish the ice cube out.
'Here let me help you…' He said, aiming for her breasts rather than the actual ice cube but Sookie tsked his hands away.
'Get your naughty hands off me, Mister.' She scolded, amused by his disappointed face.
'I'll retreat to the ladies room to attend to a certain clothing disorder.' She said, slipping out of the booth and sashaying outrageously to the ladies' room, which was, luckily, empty. She went into a stall nonetheless to remove her dress and fish out the disturbing ice cube, which had nestled right between her breasts under the thin fabric that kept the two cups of her bra together. She was pulling on her dress back on when the door of the ladies' room suddenly opened and closed and the next thing she knew, she was in complete darkness, the lights having gone out.
Sookie sighed and searched for the lock of her stall door before slipping out, a hand leveled with her face to keep from bumping into anything or anyone. It wasn't as if she didn't know who was there with her, hiding in the dark, in fact she found it almost amusing that he'd want to play such a silly game.
'You do know that we are a bit old to play hide and seek?' She said, her voice echoing in the pitch-black empty room. Suddenly, he was pressed against her back and his mouth was on the delicate shell of her ear.
'Who said anything about hide and seek?' He murmured, his voice rough and excited. He pressed his erection on her bum and Sookie moaned softly when his hands found her breasts in the darkness.
'I want to bite you and lick you all over…' He grunted in her ear, causing her to gasp softly. He pushed her roughly forward against one of the sinks. This time she whimpered louder, but in pain. Her bruise-covered hips colliding with the corner of the sink hadn't exactly been a turn on.
'What is it, kitten?' He purred, one of his hands slipping right beneath the hem of her dress as the other slid in the collar to caress her lace clad breasts.
'My hips. They're all bruised because you're a savage in bed.' She whined. And boy did she not mind that fact the least bit. As long as he didn't go banging her bruises on the walls afterwards of course.
'I think we should blame your bureau and your carpet for that. Or perhaps your wall. Naughty wall…' He murmured, his hands soothing her hips with a languid caress. Sookie's knees almost buckled when his mouth attached to her bruised neck, covering it with tiny, sensual and soft kisses, his tongue lapping at the discolored skin.
'Oh no, trust me, it was you. All my bruises are your doing, you big lump of muscles.'
'Your favorite being this one, as I recall.' He purred, dragging her hands to the tight curve of his ass that she playfully pinched. 'Anyhow how would you know the bruises are my fault? Perhaps when you fainted…' he teased referring to that moment when, between her sixth or seventh orgasm she'd been about to swoon.
She spun around in his arms, jutting her chin up, finding the curl of his mouth with her fingers, as she was blind in the dark - unlike him - tracing the curve of his mouth with the tip of her tongue before savagely biting his bottom lip. He growled and she tasted his blood on her lips, the corner of her mouth twitching in a smile.
'There are handprints…Yours, on my hips.' she murmured wantonly.
'Please let me make up for that then.' He whispered, his body pressing against hers in the dark, pushing her softly backwards towards the counter where the sinks stood. He lifted her in a swift move so that she would be sitting on the – luckily – dry counter and then his body left hers. She searched for him in the dark with her hands but it was useless. He was a predator and she, his prey.
'Where the hell do you think you're going, Mister…' She scolded.
'Down.' He purred and then his hands spread her legs wide and his mouth was on the inside of her thigh.
'Oh sweet Jesus!' She cried loudly, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. 'What the hell are you doing?' She moaned.
'Isn't it obvious? Or maybe you want me to spell it? I could talk dirty…' he breathed against her lace-clad core. Sookie shivered all over and at the same time, felt feverish as if he'd set fire to a torch inside her.
'Oh god, Eric…' She breathed, trying to control her voice as his fingers found the edges of her panties, closing her knees together in the firm intention of slipping them off but she stopped him with her next words. 'We can't do that here, Eric! It's the ladies' room in your less than hygienic bar!' She scolded, slapping thin air and finally colliding with his temple causing him to growl softly.
'My bar is very hygienic, if this is really your only concern.' He replied, his mouth ghosting on the inside of her other thigh. Sookie whimpered loudly when his lips started sucking at the sensitive skin on her femoral artery where she could almost feel as clearly as him her pulse going ballistic with the desire coursing her veins.
'Eric, it's the ladies' room! Unless you hadn't yet noticed, women always need to go to the ladies' room!' She muttered, incoherently breathing as he continued his ministrations, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on her panties.
'Lock. On. The. Door.' He said, separating the words with tiny bites on the inside of her thigh all the way from her knee to the edge of her panties. She simply couldn't help herself and a loud groan escaped her before she managed to form somehow coherent words.
'Eric, please…' She moaned.
'Please what?' he breathed against her skin taking her calves in his strong hand as his other relieved her of her panties which he threw in the air, not really giving a fuck where they landed. The next second, he spread her legs again and started biting and nibbling and sucking at her core, causing her hips to buckle and delicious sighs and moans to escape her plump lips. Eric smiled against her soft curls and dipped his tongue in her, savoring her flavor. She was writhing and her hands found his hair as she clung on to him for dear life. The man had a devilish mouth and it just so happened that unlike most men, he enjoyed pleasuring a woman with his skillful lips and tongue. She was about to come undone in his arms so he turned his face to the inside of her thigh and found the bite marks from the previous night.
'You are so perfect, kitten.' He purred before baring his fangs and biting into her soft flesh, sucking on her blood as she came with a loud moan, her body becoming limp against him.
'Eric you can't just…' Sookie started to say once she'd gotten her senses back. What was it with her becoming a total hooker when she was with this man? Her Gran was probably rolling over in her tomb.
'Give you a mind blowing orgasm with my mouth?' Eric completed, pulling himself up between her legs to press his length against her moist curls.
'Eric, this is wrong.' Sookie said, trying to push him away from her in the dark. Where the hell were her panties?
'Where are my freakin' panties, Eric?' Sookie hissed, trying to find him in the dark. Her hands finally collided with his very naked chest and she gasped out of surprise. Could a chest be anymore sculptural? Perfect? Delicious?
'Jesus Christ!' she muttered. And then she couldn't utter a single word more because his mouth was on hers, pillaging it with passion and fire. She managed to push him away and panted loudly.
'Do you want to kill me or something? You can't attack a lady in the dark like that.' Sookie pleaded, her voice throaty, resting her hand on his shoulder, her fingers treacherously sliding down the curve of his pectoral – drawing a hiss from him – to pinch roughly his nipple. This time Sookie drew more than a hiss from Eric who literally roared.
Sookie was about to kiss Eric but suddenly, a shrill noise interrupted them. It was some random chirpy version of Ain't We Got Fun. Sookie couldn't help but giggle.
'Fucking Pam and her timing or lack-of.' Eric growled, fishing his cell phone from his front pocket, the blue light of the screen casting a sexy glow on his chest as he brought it to his ear. 'Not a good time.' He growled in the phone.
'Well, there is a line up near the ladies' room. Care to explain?' Pam said at the other end of the line.
'What is it with you women…Are they all mentally incompetent and cannot use the men's room?' Eric growled. Pam sighed at the other end of the line.
'Han-han, they can't. We think men's room stinks.' Sookie provided with a mischievous grin.
'Is that our favorite little rocket blond I hear with you?' Pam slurred, amused. Eric rolled his eyes.
'Yes. And we're busy. Now piss off.' Eric snapped. He was about to hang up but Pam spoke again.
'Eric you can't detain the ladies' room because you want to play dirty with your little fairy. Now get the fuck out of there and go dry hump elsewhere. You're hurting the business.' Pam sneered before hanging up. That Pam.
Sookie noticed for the first time the loud racket the women were making at the door and she giggled. Her eyes had adjusted better to the ambient light so when Eric slipped his cell phone back at his belt, she was able to find his face easily.
'Now, now, Mr Northman, why don't you tell me what you've done with my panties so we can make Pam happy?' Sookie said, tracing his lips with the tip of her fingers. His lips curled in a grin.
Muah. Love you guys! Yes, yes, I know. Not much action. But then again, it's Sookie. And a Viking. They can't go rolling in the hay every single vignette otherwise Sookie would be a massive bruise :) hahaha