Can I say that I love Pam on True Blood, and my last story was one where Sookie and Pam were extremely close. But I thought I would follow where the show is going and show Pam's struggle with sharing her maker. I am not sure how I will progress with her character, but it will come to a head soon. So keep reading Pam-lovers. You are not alone, I promise!

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Chapter 26: Don't Stop –Foster the People

Sookie

As Sookie climbed the ladder, leaving what she hoped was a satisfied Eric, she smiled at calling Eric her 'baby'. Southerners had a proclivity for this endearment. She knew it was ridiculous for someone as old as Eric, but that is who he was to her. Her baby. Her sweetheart. Her honey. Simply hers.

She unlocked the cabinet and stepped out quickly. She still had a half hour left until Eric woke up. She thought about everything she needed to talk to Eric about and sat down at her Gran's old desk and decided to make a list.

What was she to expect at the summit? Were there any dangers to her? What should she wear most of the time? Was it possible to leave without him during daylight hours?

There were about a hundred questions about the summit she could ask. But what she really wanted to know was more information about this bond. She wanted to know how they made it stronger, how it worked, and how it affected her. She could already sense this need for Eric even when he was under the same roof as her. She blushed as she remembered her sinful act moments ago.

But he was hers, so she simply did what she wanted with him.

Sookie finished her list and set it down. She called out to Lafayette, but after a scan she realized he must have left. She wondered if he was at Merlotte's or hanging out with someone. She decided to go upstairs and begin packing the essentials.

She grabbed out her rolling suitcase her Gran had bought her for her senior trip to New Orleans. Then she had felt like such a jet setter, with her rolling suitcase. It still amazed her how much she had changed. How much everything had changed. Then she hadn't even known vampires existed. They hadn't come out of the coffin yet.

Sookie was humming and folding underwear and pajama sets up, deciding she would need to refill her lingerie supply for Eric when she heard a frantic bellow from below.

"SOOKIE! I NEED YOU NOW!" Eric roared out. The ground seemed to shake and Sookie was terrified as she sprinted down the stairs and towards the cubby. As she closed the cabinet behind her she realized it was still daylight. What the hell was he doing up? Was he hurt?

She reached the bottom rung and Eric slammed her against the wall forcefully, ripping her sweats away and plunging into her. She cried out in shock, but he didn't seem to hear as he pummeled into her with everything he had.

She panted and gasped out, "Eric, are you alright? What happened?"

"I will be fine, as long as I am in you. Stay still du retas (you tease)," he groaned out in her ear, causing her to shiver. Sookie gasped as he changed the angle he was driving into her before.

Sookie gasped and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her back and ass thudded against the cement wall behind her. Eric was ramming into her impossibly deep, coming fully out and then plunging deeper into her than he had before, the wall making it impossible for her to escape him. She moaned and chanted her name as she got closer.

He whispered fiercely, "You are not coming until I say you can, Sookie dear."

She moaned as he continued to pump into her, but he slowed his pace, reaching his mouth down to her breasts. He kissed each nipple and then took each into his mouth in turns.

"Eric, please," she said, her jaw clenched against screaming.

He chuckled. "Do you know the hell you put me through today with that perfect little mouth of yours?"

She gasped as she realized he had felt the entire thing. She blushed and he kissed her roughly. "Don't be ashamed, my lover. It is yours. It just made me incredibly frustrated that I couldn't respond to you," he said with a dark look on his face.

She grabbed onto his shoulders and held on for dear life as he pumped into her slowly. His hands were firmly holding her up by her ass, but she gripped him with her thighs for dear life.

"I like 'Cowboy', but I think I like it more when you call me 'baby' in that adorable southern lilt of yours," he said, his voice shaking as he came closer to the edge with her.

Sookie was moving against him, trying to increase the friction and the pace. She squeezed her inner muscles when he was fully in her and he growled. She rested her forehead against his shoulder for a minute before she leaned her head to the side, telling him to drink.

He shook his head and said, "I have taken too much with the bonding."

She shook her head as she panted. She was going to come any second and she needed to feel her blood in him. She kissed him and cut her lips against his fangs and he growled into her mouth as she opened her mouth up to him. She felt him cut his own tongue and their mixing blood was all it took.

Sookie felt him begin to shoot into her, causing her to come undone. She screamed out his name and he continued to pump into her as she came, rubbing his pubic bone against her clit. She cried out as he spilled his seed into her and she kissed the side of his neck, up to his lips. He growled as he finished, calling her name softly.

He kissed her back hungrily. Still connected, he walked them to the bed. She hadn't even noticed the blood running out of one of his ears.

She gasped and tried to wriggle out from under him, but he held her still. "No, none of that Sookie or I will have you again."

She wiped up his blood and held it for him to see, but he shrugged. "Eric, you have the bleeds. That is not normal. Go back to sleep. At least lie down and rest. Please?" she begged him.

He sighed and pulled out of her, reluctance in his eyes. She kissed him tenderly as he scooted both of them back in his bed and settled Sookie to lie on top of him. She kissed his chest and he pulled the tie out of her hair, unraveling the braid Lafayette had done.

Her hair was pretty much dry as Eric ran his fingers through the curls. "I love this hair. So beautiful and silky," he murmured. "It reminds me of my mother's hair. Especially when you wear it in a braid as you just were."

Sookie smiled. "So I guess Freud is right, men do fall in love their mothers. You perv."

Eric chuckled, causing Sookie to bounce on top of him. She laughed with him and they fell quiet again. "Why are you awake so early?" she asked in concern.

"You. I was desperate to get to you after your little stunt today," he scolded.

She smiled ruefully and he leaned up and kissed her nose. "So, what have you been doing before you decided to come to me? I smell you showered and ate some kind of meat dish. I even smell Lafayette on you. If he wasn't a homosexual he would have good reason to fear me."

"He already has plenty of reasons to fear you. So go easy on him," she said with a raised eyebrow.

He nodded and smiled up at her and Sookie swore there wasn't anything as beautiful as Eric Northman below her, with mussed hair and that smile meant only for her.

Eric

Eric sat up. His phone had been buzzing off the hook, but he had ignored it until now. He and Sookie had been talking for about an hour now. She had lots of questions about the summit. He told her everything he could. He advised her to be cautious and to stick near him or Pam.

When he mentioned Pam's name, he felt her uncertainty, but he reassured her that Pam would be under his command when it came to her safety.

Sookie nodded and said, "Do you suppose she will ever come to like me? Hell, I would settle for forgiving me."

Eric pursed his lips and Sookie looked at him in surprise when she felt his anger. She began to shift on top of him to leave his embrace. He tightened his hold on her and he felt her fear.

"Eric, I am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you about Pam. I-," but he cut her off. "My anger is not directed at you, but her. She is having problems sharing. She is spoiled and not used to having to share me. So please, Sookie, do not apologize. She will come around soon and if she doesn't, I will cease seeing her."

Sookie's eyes shot up in surprise and she said, "Nah uh. Nope, you are not gonna turn your back on her because of me. She is your child, your family. Promise me you won't harm your relationship over me."

"I will not. You are an extension of me. To insult or harm you, would be the same as her doing that to me. I have already spoken with her, so she understands this. It will take a while for her to adjust to you as a permanent fixture in my life, but the choice is hers. She knows what her options are."

Sookie shook her head, "I will never agree with you about this."

"You don't have to. The choice is mine. And Pam's."

Sookie decided to drop it. He heard his phone vibrate on the nightstand she rolled her eyes and rolled off of him. He leaned over her, a crooked smile on his face. She returned it, and when she did he kissed her smile and turned to get his phone with a smile over his shoulder.

Speak of the devil.

"Pam," he said simply, waiting for her to begin.

"Säg att du inte gjorde vad jag tycker du gjorde (Tell me you didn't do what I think you did)."

"Nej, jag bär inte vita byxor efter Labor Day (No, I am not wearing white pants after Labor Day)."

"Eric, jag är allvarlig. Jag reste ikväll och kände en förändring i ditt slutet av obligationen. Det kan bara vara en förklaring (Eric, I am serious. I rose tonight and felt a change in your end of our bond. There can only be one explanation)."

"Är du hänvisar till det faktum att jag limmade mig till Sookie (You are referring to the fact that I bonded myself to Sookie)."

"Åh min jävla gud. Du har verkligen gjort det nu. Jag kan fan inte tro detta (Oh my fucking God. You have really done it now. I can't fucking believe this)," her voice now shaking with rage and fear.

"Pam, fundera noga över var du är ledande detta samtal (Pam, think carefully about where you are leading this conversation)."

"Fine, your work here at the club is backing up. There are vampires here for you to see to, the weretiger to deal with, not to mention the patrons wondering where the hell you have been."

He looked over to Sookie, who was lying on her stomach with a dreamy look on her face. He felt the bond with her and felt a little concern, but nothing overwhelming. She was happy. He

She smiled and he never wanted to leave her.

"Fine I will be there soon," he grit out. He ended the call and turned back to Sookie. "I have to go to the club. Would you like to come with me?"

She thought about it and shrugged her shoulders. "It's not like I have a job to worry about getting' to tomorrow."

He was excited. This would be his first time out with Sookie as his. She could sense his excitement and laughed. "Alright, I better go get ready. What are you gonna wear? You tore my clothing and your own last night."

He thought about it, remembering the truly hideous clothing he had here where Sookie had been responsible for dressing him.

"Those basketball jersey shorts will suffice until I get to Fangtasia," he said.

"You'll freeze!" she exclaimed.

"I grew up in Sweden Sookie, back when global warming didn't exist. I know cold. The seventy degree weather of Louisiana is not cold and not going to kill me. Would you like me to help you dress?" he asked seductively.

She shook her head, the fresh curls bouncing around her face. "Nope, you'll never let me finish gettin' ready and Pam said she needed you. You can shower in my bathroom though."

He shook his head and she crinkled her brow in confusion. "I am going there with every intention of keeping your smell on me."

She rolled her eyes and rolled out of the bed. As she walked away from him, grabbing for tatters of her clothing to go upstairs with, he sped up behind her and picked her up.

She struggled to get out of his grip, but she was laughing, "What are you doin'?"

"Helping you upstairs," he said, floating up with her in his arms.

"Should I heat you something to eat as you get dressed?" he asked her.

She shook her head and replied, "No, I am still good from what I ate earlier."

He nodded and set her down. She turned on her heel and scurried to the stairs, clutching a mixture of the tattered clothing around her. She was so modest and it was adorable to her. Eric Northman had seen every inch of Sookie Stackhouse and she had seen every inch of him. He shook his head as he slid on the jersey shorts and waited in the living room for her to come down.

Hopefully the Fangtasia visit goes well! Happy New Year!