Chapter 12

The Big Sleep(over)

Dawn was rapidly approaching, I could tell by the gradual slowing of Eric's reactions. His speech became slurred, almost as if he was drunk. His movements were almost stop-motion in appearance. I hated to let him out of my sight. Little did I know, he had absolutely no intention of leaving me alone at home.

"Eric, we should get you on your way home. Or you can stay in the place Bill made for himself here, if you'd like."

I couldn't believe how timidly I added the last part, seeing as how we had explored pretty much every inch of each other with every capable part we had.

"We will both go to my home."

It was a statement, not a question and I wondered why that fact didn't piss me off. I had never been one who took kindly to being ordered about.

"You should know, min älskaren, that Pam is the only other that has ever been to or inside of my home. Not even Chow knows where I sleep."

I felt deeply honored. This was a much bigger deal apparently for a vampire than for a human. More than half of Bon Temps had been inside my home at some point for various reasons, the latest having been the wake for Gran.

"Give me five minutes to gather a few things." I tip toed to kiss him and was only able to reach his chin. He had never seemed taller to me than he did at that moment. He bowed down to my height and bestowed one of those mind altering kisses that left me gasping.

I backed away from him, chewing my bottom lip to try and get every last bit of the taste of his kiss. How could I possibly still be so aroused after everything we had been doing for hours now? I needed to focus if we were going to get out of my house and to his before the sunrise.

I grabbed my overnight bag from my closet and lay it on my bed. I was at my chest of drawers looking for my favorite matching bra and panty sets when I noticed a figure standing outside the window. It was Bill. Damn him to hell, he just had to make his appearance and piss in my cheerio's. Hadn't he already done enough? I refused to acknowledge him as he stood motionless. I knew he was staring at my nudity and I knew it was killing him to think of all that I had done with Eric. I wished I could make it worse. Then, the proverbial light bulb came on over my head.

I made a display of packing my most scandalous, lacy, naughty lingerie. I held them up in front of me so that I knew he could see them. Then I blared memories of my hottest moments from this evenings events, projecting them forcefully from my mind. If I shared this ability with Eric because of the blood bond, then there was a chance that Bill was somehow linked as well. I was counting on it.

What I wasn't counting on was the effect all my mental recollecting would have on Eric. I heard a low growl coming from the living room and before I knew it, I was atop my five-drawer dresser, legs spread and Eric was furiously slamming into me. I was surprised to hear a growl coming from somewhere inside of my own chest. My right hand was on his back, fingernails scratching bloody furrows into his skin. My left hand found it's way between us and began to grasp and fondle his balls. The response I got was his mouth alternating between my nipples. The feeling of his fangs scraping across them was amazing. I brought my right hand to my mouth and greedily sucked the small amount of blood I had drawn from his back off of them. I stared at Eric and moved my index finger in and out of my mouth suggestively. His movements quickened and his hands grasped at my hips to pull me into his thrusts. Dirty talkin' Sookie decided to make an appearance just then and I'm so glad she did.

"You better make me come harder than I ever have. Fuck me,min övervinna, make me scream, and then I want you to come inside me so fucking hard I'll feel it in my chest."

Then I slapped his face. I know, right? What the hell had possessed me to do that? But I promise you that it did nothing but turn him on even more.

He yelled, more like a battle cry or a declaration of war, something that sounded very primitive and he pulled my head to the side with a handful of my hair. His hips never faltered in their thrusting as he bit into me again. My orgasm coincided with his attack on my neck. He was very adept at following direction, I came harder than I ever had, screaming his name and calling out to god in heaven. His release, I believe, was aided by one of my hands pinching his nipples and the other smacking his ass with more than a little enthusiasm. I wasn't shocked that Eric liked it rough, my own penchant for the mild sadism was a bit of a mystery.

Eric withdrew from me and looked at me with worship and worry warring for top billing.

"Sookie, are you not well?" Ahhh, it was concern.

I had never seen this emotion on him. It was adorable and endearing. I had to admit that I was feeling less than optimal.

"Well, I feel very woozy and weak. I think we both may have overdone the blood drinking tonight."

"You do look pale, min älskaren, be still. I will return in a moment."

He came back seconds later with a glass of orange juice and a bottle of True Blood.

"I hope you don't think I'm drinking that crap." I said as I nodded towards the bottle of synthetic red stuff.

"That is for me." he said with a smile. "The orange juice should improve your state. I did not take much blood from you, even though the bites were many. I wanted to drain you dry but I could not bear to think of taking your life."

His mood had turned from playful to somber in a few short syllables.

"I could not bear the thought of being without you. This is a new feeling for me and I find it.... disconcerting."

"Well, I can't stand to think of being without you and I find that feeling.... exhilarating."

I drained my orange juice and kissed him pointedly. I didn't know if Bill was still lurking outside but I made it a point to revel mentally in how his lips felt, how his mouth tasted, how the feel of his tongue made me anxious to have his face between my legs again.

"Now, min älskaren, you drink your TruBlood, get dressed in those manly spandex shorts and get the car while I finish packing. We have a huge, burning ball of gas to outrun and time is short."

I felt the whoosh of air as he blurred towards the living room. Part of me wished I had that kind of speed to accomplish what I needed to do from day to day.

And by the way, Eric, Bill was outside the whole time, thought you should know.

A smile crept across my face as he mentally responded;

I was counting on that, indeed. He has always been a glutton for angst. Did you really think it was luck that landed your beautiful ass on the furniture directly in view of the window?