Enjoy lovely readers!.
Property of Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.
As the sunrays blinked through the windows Sookie awoke a bit dumbfounded as she found herself upon her bed.
Then it hit her. Getting ready for her half day of work her suspicions was confirmed by the fridge when she got some breakfast. A glass of pitcher filled with thick colored garnet.
Clenching her fists, Sookie took a ten second breather as she contemplated the Eric arrogant Northman would drive her insane. If it wasn't fairies it was tall blonde and dead lurking after her.
All the while taking orders and passing them all day at work, Sookie devised to visit Jason and ask him a few questions about the issues of selling the house. Though it wouldn't do any good but it was worth a try.
Or really she just wanted to pound her aggervation on someone.
It serves her cop of a brother right!. She still couldn't fathom on why Jason had given up on her and decided
To give up Gran's home. Another thing to ponder. Eric had stated everyone had thought she was only a lost cause, assumed she died.
If Bill had not felt her through blood. . . Then why was Eric so bent on the opposite?.
Dawn was slowly approaching in a matter of minutes. Not only could Eric sense it but could also feel his other end of the blood she was nearing closer.
His ancient undead lifeforce sung a symphony when he could feel her inching more closely. One footstep at a time and- ah!.
There she was.
A soft groan of longing rumbled through his chest. The woman was like a poison to his veins. But such a sweet one. One he couldn't get enough of and never let go. During her absence he would take solace inside her home and would bury himself in her bedroom and just savor.
Though she wasn't there he pacified himself with the fact she was there. And her belongings smelled of pure jasmine and sunshine. All the whole while renovating her entire home, Eric told himself that she would be his.
He would will her to see and for her to commit to her feelings.
Getting out of his bed, Eric climbed out of his cubby and felt his bonded lurking in the kitchen.
Her back greeted him as she faced the counter. Appearantly she was making herself a meal.
Eric took the advantage to ogle her in unadultered view as her supple body moved with slow movements.
Her hair was loose making his hands itch to run his fingers through it. Even as she wore her work attire she still appeared to look delectable.
Those tight curve hugging black shorts that held her bottom just so precisely right at him hard. How many he'd envisioned of ravishing that luscious part of her. She suddenly turned and held a plate of chips and sandwhich.
They eyed each other till she gave him a frown and sat at the table. He gave a small shrug and turned to the fridge- his glass of blood still there.
He wasn't fully expecting that. So he couldn't resist of making a jab at her.
"Quite rude of not heating up your landlords. . Snack. Such southern manners."
Sookie ignored the remark and continued on eating. "Shouldn't you be at fangtasia?." She asked, glaring at his tall self assured form.
The microwave halted with a ding and Eric took his heated glass of blood out. Leaning against the counter lazily, Eric said, "Pam is in charge tonight. Besides I thought I would keep you company."
"No thank you." I'd rather be alone." She snipped as she rose from her seat and took her empty dish in the sink. Ignoring the Viking as she done so.
"And get killed." He said loudly as she made her way out of the kitchen.
Her fists balled as he once again tried to frighten her. She spun around her dark eyes blazing as he hovered over her. "You have such nerve!." Eric raised an eyebrow. "Do I?."
"Yes!. A vampire owned home Eric. So much as any supe can come in and slaughter away. My blood would be on your hands." She hissed darkly. That thought of repulsed the Viking, almost making him ill. Any chance of him not being here one time and her being murdered instantly had the vampire inside of him roaring.
Fangs popping out Eric said in a calm low voice, "Nobody knows of such a thing. Other than Pam and unfortunately Bill." That name came out as a hiss.
Ignoring the cringe of witnessing his fangs, Sookie refused to back down. "Yes unfortunately he couldn't do nothing of helping me regain my home back."
Eric could feel his anger swell into dangerous mode. "Hmm. Yes very unfortunate. Now to worry if he would ever dare to let word out of ownership of the delicious fairy home." His words came out cold and eyes was frosty.
"Bill would never do that." She said hotly. Her chin jutted out in her familiar posture. Eric's lips curled tightly in somewhat of a amused sneer. "You don't know Bill. Do you need such a reminder as harshly before?."
There was no response to that remark. It was true. As much as she wanted to defy him on that Sookie found she could not.
Her head lowered and that familiar hurt and remorse swam through her like a tidal wave. Memories surfacing painfully at all the times Bill had played the charmer and really was lying to her all the while.
Such a fool she was and how he played on that sense. Tears stung behind her lids. Her brown eyes casted downwards to the very waxed floor that Eric had paid for.
"I never lost hope."
Sookie felt her shoulders shake visibly as she came to her own emotions. Bill her civil war veteran, still feelings lingered there. And Eric before disappearing to fae land Sookie knew she had feelings for him and now. . . She knew it went something deeper.
"I'm done talking. Goodnight." She said somberly, turning away and heading upstairs.
Pulling his fangs back into place, Eric watched as she trotted the steps. He'd hit a sore spot.
He could feel her pain gushing through but also other conflicting emotions. He didn't intend to hurt her by bringing up the past.
But it seemed she still held onto it by the way she talked. That infuriated the Viking. Not only jealousy was the course of it, but how she could still be naïve towards Compton after revealing his true nature.
One thing was for certain the little fae knew out to rouse the thousand year old Viking inside and out. Sexually and maddeningly.
As she readied for bed and pulled on her lavender knee length gown, Sookie couldn't help but contemplate of Eric's words and doings.
Once again she spat Bill in his face and retreated back at her hurtfully- with truth.
She remembered whenever she had secretly questioned of Bill's motives but always appeared to act and foolishly deny he was better than most of his kind.
Settling underneath the pink carnation colored covers Sookie felt weariness kick in. Though she hated to admit it Eric had made good points. And that's what infuriated her.
He was so arrogant and told the truth with such non chalance that it made her want to punch his face in.
Then she thought of Eric being bound in silver willingly to the enemy that had murdered his human family.
He'd made a promise he intended to keep.
No matter the consequences.
Not only his family but he was fiercley loyal to Godric. She could remember how he reacted when his maker had gone missing. He'd been determined and relentless to retrieve him.
Like herself.
It seemed as though he held loyalty in a rare pace.
Shaking her head to clear from her thoughts, Sookie turned onto her side and let her eyelids droop.
2 Hours later
The scent of her aroma was exuding from her newly decorated bedroom and it was overpowering the cleansing
Chemicals.
And also testing Eric's restraint. With his over a thousand year control it was still proving to be a chore to maintain to hunt and ravage his prey. Especially when that prey was purely delectable and one he hungered constantly.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs he glared hotly upwards to her room that was shut. The door seprated them both, and Eric found it rather laughable and frustrating. Amusing that the little fae thought she could block him away by that simple wooden barrier.
How he could easily knock it down. But yet. . .he found himself holding back to do so. With only an ounce of such. Clenching his fists, the Viking gave a low growl and headed outside on the porch. Hoping the night sky would clear his head.
Crossing his muscular arms over his chest, Eric could feel the hunger rise rapidly within.
Pam had called not to long ago asking if he wanted a beverage for his meal but he declined. Since tasting Sookie he couldn't bring himself to enjoy anothers taste like he used to.
At first he could able to feed on a couple but then as time lingered on he found he no longer could revel in a regular humans blood. He longed-no craved to sink his fangs back inside Sookie's beautiful flesh.
He'd became addicted.
He was ruined, and to think at one time he taunted Bill. Eric cursed at his dead self. Yet the Viking wanted Sookie to see he was unlike her former flame. He didn't want her to view him as just wanting her blood. He wasn't the queen that wanted her as a pet, nor was he like Compton.
Yes he was vampire and he would never pretend to be something he truly wasn't and that included he would do anything to protect her within that primal nature if need to be.
Suddenly a smell wafted through the October night air, making Eric still in alarm. Blood. Sookie's blood.
Sprinting in his inhuman speed, Eric reached Sookie's bedroom door and nearly tore off the hinges with his alerting rage. His eyes zeroed on her form. She lay huddled on her right side, grasping the sheets to her chin as if her anchor.
The rush of fury began to fade into confusion. He scanned the entire room to detect any harm but found none. Looking at Sookie he seen she was moving restlessly and appeared had been doing so. Taking a few steps Eric gazed at his bonded more closely and seen a bit of garnet dotted on her lower lip.
The result of the tiny harmless wound was due from her teeth. Assuming she was cold, Eric bent to pull the cover over her slight exposed flesh only for her to turn suddenly.
"Eric." She moaned.
Her lips quivering as her small hands clenched then unclenched untill her frame began to tremble. A low hiss escaped Eric as he felt her desire climbing to higher heights in her unconscious state.
"Mmm." She whimpered. Her left hand slowly motivating downwards where the Viking longed to be. Her blood was a heady combination with her natural feminine essence and it served to provoke Eric into dangerous territory.
Many nights he envisioned the blonde lioness inside his arms, ravaging her sensless till dawn. But always ended up disappointed, cause she was never there. Always a daydream. But here she was, not a haunting ghostly figurine
But real.
And she was lying now in his home moaning out his name in her aroused dream state. It was almost to much to bear. Just as he was about to force his own ravenous desire down Sookie moaned lowly, "Please."
Snarling, Eric's control snapped as his fangs clicked down. Her dainty fingers were soon swished away, replaced with much longer digits.
Sookie's head thrashed backwards as she felt her pleasure soar even higher. Lost in her own desire, Sookie was unaware of a much larger taut frame hovering over her smaller one. Bracing himself on an elbow, Eric tested Sookie's wetness and bit back a groan.
Just as imagined she was tight and so. . .wet. All due to him. He reveled in that fact and grinded his body onto her very flushed one. "Oh. .mm." Her moans was becoming louder spurring him on as his thrusting fingers went faster.
Her frame began to tremble in that end nearing release. Her blood cried for the climax, making his own roar to satisfy. Her hand shot out, grasping his blonde head as he trailed wet kisses over her skin. "Eric. . . Oh!. Bite me!."
Yes. Not only would it bring them both satisfaction, but for her safety. Curling his fingers inside of her, he whispered over her harsh cry, "Mine. Lovely Sookie." During her release, her body convulsed on a mind of it's own.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist just as her arms repeated around his broad shoulders. Her steel sudden grip had him pressed so precisely right that the Viking came inside his denim jeans.
His elbow was no longer supporting him. During his own climax his hand had woven inside her blonde hair and gripped it as she had done with the blanket. He bit quickly into her neck and carefully didn't take one sip from her. Only marked her.
A low purr escaped Eric as his tongue staunched the flow of blood and quickly swiped it across her neck.
Sookie's quivering gasps had slowed. Eric pulled back and gazed at what would become his with lustful eyes.
A slight dazed grin came across her features. "Always in my dreams." She whispered. Eric couldn't help but grin.
She thought it had been a dream-for now.
Of course tomorrow would be another day. Kissing her lips wetly he rose from the bed and left to his cubby.
With his own fantasies.