A/N: It's that time of week again. *Claps hands together nervously* Okay, I'll explain more below but for now just know this is one of my shortest chapters. And yes you FINALLY get a lemon! That's why is so short, I'm not use to writing these and I hope I didn't embarrass myself while writing it.

I apologize in advance for what I'm sure is bad translating. I used Google so there's your explanation. Translations below.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or anything else here. I'm writing purely for shits and giggle purposes. Please don't sue.

One last thing, big shout out too my totally awesome Beta, slcurwin, for putting up with me. She laughs and all the right places and makes me feel so smart. Thanks!

Chapter 10

The night of the bonding…

Sookie was nervous. She'd never done this before, granted they'd been working up to it for the past two months. Oh hell, if she was honest with herself this had been coming since the day they met. Eric, sensing her discomfort, but misinterpreting the cause as rejection, attempted to hide the hurt in his eyes. He failed as just the slightest tremor leaked into his voice, "If you want to stop the bonding Sookie, you need only say so. I will not force this or anything else on you."

Sookie's eyes widened in surprise, "No, I don't want to stop, I just…I've never…Oh God why is this so hard?"

Eric raised an eyebrow as a crooked smirk bloomed across his face. Did she realize she had her hand positioned on top of the well defined bulge in his pants, just as she raised her question to the intangible deity? "I know you are new to these types of activities, min solsken, but normally it needs to be hard in order to carry out its intended purpose."

She followed his gaze down to her hand covering his crotch, as realization of what she said hit her. "Oh God!"

"No Lover, my name is Eric, however if you prefer to call me a god..." He trailed off as she smacked him playfully in the arm and all the previous tension between them finally broke as she lowered her head to his chest in an uncontrollable giggle. It was boarder lining hysterical but Eric's slow and steady strokes of her hair helped in calming her frantic nerves.

They had finally made it to Eric's house in Shreveport, after their eventful early evening at Sookie's home, and were currently sitting on Eric's bed. Eric's shirt had been discarded on their way to his room along with his boots and her shoes. She'd been sitting astride him, growing more nervous with each caress of his hand and stroke of his tongue against hers. As she calmed herself in his surprisingly warm embrace, he repositioned them on the bed so that he was now leaning against the headboard and she was tucked in under his arm, her body lay on the bed next to his as her head remained cushioned on his well defined but amazingly soft chest. She spoke softly into the smooth bare expanse of his pectoral muscles, "I'm sorry Eric. I don't know why I'm so nervous, I just feel like I might make a mistake and disappoint you. I don't have any experience with...s-e-x...and I know its foolish to dwell on how much experience you do have with...intimacy...but..."

Eric put one large gentle finger to Sookie's lips to cease her ramblings. "You are wrong, min solsken." He smiled genuinely and comfortingly at her as she looked at him through those long blond lashes of hers, and he knew if his heart still beat, that look was sure to stop it. "It is true that in the millennium of my existence I have had sex with many people. However, until I met you, I have never experienced true intimacy. During my days as a human I don't remember feeling this...connection with another person, even when I was married. So much of my existence has been about survival and filling my most primal needs. If I couldn't feed from it, fuck it or kill it then there was very little reason for me to pay any attention to others, especially humans. Even my turning Pam was an attempt at filling a need for companionship, and though she was the only being I've ever willingly shared so much of myself with, all those years with her pales in comparison to the moment when I first caught your eyes. Something inside me cracked. I had no idea why I allowed you and your grandmother the meeting with me when I normally would have threatened your lives for daring to speak to me or at the very least ignored you both. It was a bond I'd never felt before. I believe that it is the reason why I was so intrigued by your proposal and so eagar to work with you. This relationship we have developed is like no other I have ever experienced. I need you to understand that though I may be able to instruct you about sex and how I like to be pleasured, you will be guiding me as well. Who better to show me how to express affection than someone that has as big a heart as you? So in a way, I am just as unsure of my inexperience as you are of yours."

Sookie didn't know how to respond to that. Eric's honest exposure of his thoughts and feelings toward her took her by surprise. This was quite the ironic conundrum for her. She was so use to knowing any and everyone's thoughts that meeting someone she could not hear had been like an anesthetic balm to her mental ears. At first it had given her a since of euphoria. Finally, someone she would not have to listen to the internal ramblings of. It made her giddy with excitement, which would explain why she'd been so quick to trust Eric. She knew how backwards that logic was, to implicitly trust someone she had no way of knowing if they were deceiving her or not, but by that point in her life she was so tired of this forced isolation due to her disability she was willingly eager to put aside common sense in place of a silent mind, despite the danger. But as she grew closer to Eric, and discovered more about who he was, not only as the bad ass vampire Sheriff of Area 5, but also as the 1000 year old Viking man who'd seen, done, and experienced so much more than she could ever comprehend, she felt the overwhelming urge to know what went on behind those ice blue eyes that held so many secrets. For the first time in her life she wanted to know what another person was thinking and he was now openly sharing those thoughts.

She realized in that moment that spoken words would not be enough. She needed to show him how she felt and she needed to feel how he felt. She cupped his cheek in her hand and said in a low and if Eric didn't know better he would have described as sultry voice, "Then let me show you my heart." She touched her lips to his in what began as a slow burn of a kiss, but quickly grew to a passionate blaze as those lips parted and their tongues dueled for dominance. Their hands went from slow calming stokes to a quick frenzied mauling of each others features in a desperate attempt to touch everywhere at once.

Eric began to worry slightly that Sookie would need to breathe soon as the kiss continued, until he felt the expulsion of air through her nose and onto his cheek as she refused to give up his lips. He finally broke their duel when he flipped her onto her back as his hands simultaneously divested Sookie of her shirt. She made a sound that sounded very much like a giggled squeal as he pounced playfully on her and his mouth went straight for her throat. Yet he didn't bite, instead laying kisses upon her taut skin from that sensitive spot behind her left ear, down her neck to the dip between her collar bone, and slowing to lick and taste her skin. He caressed her down to the valley between her breasts and he undid the hook of her bra before she even realized his hands had been back there. He tenderly slid the straps slowly down her arms then peeled the cups up and away from her breasts. They were magnificent. They rose and fell steadily as her breathing began to increase with her arousal. Her nipples began to harden with the cool air of the room and he couldn't resist dipping his head and latching his lips securely over one of the buds as he tortured her by sucking and lightly biting one then switching to the other.

"Uuungh…ummmm Eric," she panted breathlessly as his lips continued their ministrations and hands continued their explorations, slipping down to her pants as he deftly maneuvered through the button and zipper pulling off her remaining garments.

She was not to be out done as her own nimble fingers reached his pants and began clawing and pulling at the fabric in a desperate attempt to level the playing field. Luckily they were already loose and slipped off his narrow hips when she tugged. She didn't need to worry about any under clothes because he wasn't wearing any, and her fingers went straight for his award winning ass.

He chuckled as he released a nipple with a soft pop. "Lover, there are other parts of my body craving the caress of your dexterous digits," and he nudged her with said part on her inner thigh making her cry out in surprise.

"Eric!" She kept one hand kneading his supple backside as the other hand snaked around to grasp his neglected appendage. Her fingers barely touched as she wrapped them around his length. Her eyes widened as she looked between her handful and his cocky grin. "Oh geez, Eric! How the heck is this thing supposed to fit?"

He chuckled again, and whispered in her ear as he slipped a hand of his own between the apex of her thighs and into the moist heat of her body, "Let me worry about the fit min gyllene gudinna. All you need to do is enjoy the ride." He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

She took him by complete surprise when she used his own body weight to flip him onto his back and grabbed him with both hands as she gave him a smirk of her own and muttered, "I've always wanted to try this," as she lowered her head and gave him one long lick from base to tip just like she was enjoying and ice cream cone.

"Ahhhhhhh min gudinna, Sookie!" His head rolled back but his eyes stayed glued on her as she explored him with her lips, tongue and teeth. She kissed and sucked, licked and flicked, scraped and nipped at each testicle and all along the length of his shaft but not putting him fully in her mouth. "Please! Sookie! Ahhhh!" He growled out as she engulfed him inside her wet mouth and sucked for all she was worth. There was a violent ripping sound as he exploded and she did her best to swallow as much as possible without choking. She was still licking him clean when there was a sudden movement and she found herself suddenly in a reverse position with Eric's blond head between her legs as he grinned wickedly and said, "It's time for payback, Solsken."

It was now Sookie's turn to writhe, squirm, wriggle and thrash about as he employed the exact same techniques she used on him. He teased her bundle of nerves until she thought she might go mad with the sensations he was creating. Licking and nipping at her lower lips while almost but not quite allowing his tongue to enter her dripping, heated, core. "Please Eric! I need…..I need…." She panted while dangling right on the edge of sanity. And then just like a diabolical cartoon character bent on the destruction of his nemesis, he lightly blew a cool breeze over her inflamed center and she screamed as she fell over that cliff and her orgasm washed over her with blinding results.

When Sookie regained her senses, she was kneeling facing the foot of the bed and the dresser mirror on the opposite wall. Eric was positioned behind her as he rubbed her backside with his erection. He pulled her hands up behind his head as they grasped his hair. Eric positioned himself at her entrance. He wrapped his right arm around her chest just under her breasts, cupping her left one as it fit perfectly in his large hand. He lightly pinched and twisted the nipple while whispering in Sookie's ear. "Look at us my Lover. Look how perfect our bodies match and fit together." He pushed his cock ever so slowly inside of her tight channel. "Feel how easily we match." He bit the inside of his left wrist and held it up to her mouth in offering, as he continued his gentle push. "Drink my love, as I do the same and we complete this circle of unity."

"Yes!" She didn't even think as she grabbed his wrist with both hands and wrapped her lips over the wound he'd made and pulled. His hips bumped into her backside, taking her from behind, just as his fangs pierced her throat and he too pulled on the wound. Passion, lust, and a feeling Eric had long forgotten the feel of, exploded between the two lovers. But that wasn't nearly the end, just the opposite as Eric's hips began to piston in and out of Sookie's drenched core. With each pull of their mouths his hips collided with hers slowly gaining speed and force. As their bodies joined together, and their blood melded as one forming a strong and solid link, something else happened that neither one of them expected.

Their eyes met in the mirror and there was a blinding flash, and for a moment Sookie felt like she was looking out from Eric's eyes and Eric was looking out from hers. As their mutual climaxes detonate simultaneously Eric saw a life flash before his eyes, but it was not his own, it was Sookie's. He watched as a beautiful towheaded Sookie no older than Sarah, ran through the tall grass of a long abandoned wheat field. She was running just to run, to feel the wind and sun on her face and the peace of the silent grasses that were almost as tall as she was. She was happy and at complete peace, then the scene shifted and she was in the same field but older by a decade. She was running again, but he could see the effects the events in her life during that period made on her essence. What had only moments before been a clean, pure, and beautiful white light surrounding her, was now marred with black spots and streaks, almost like someone had splashed mud on her soul. He wanted to clean off the dirt, cleanse her stunning heart back to the way it had been but he couldn't. His hand passed right through the blemish as he heard a ghostly giggle. A faint voice whispered, "Silly boy, a little dirt helps build character. The time will come when you will cleanse each other, but now is not that time." And he was suddenly looking out of his own eyes again watching as Sookie came back to herself and they collapsed onto their sides. His fangs had retracted from her body but they were still joined other wise.

Her wound was closed and healed yet he didn't remember healing her. That's when he noticed her tears. "Beloved, are you alright? Did I hurt you? Tell me what happened?" His calm was quickly being replaced by panic and just as quickly soothed by that alien feeling coming from Sookie through their bond. "What is that?"

"What is what?" she whispered.

"That feeling, it's warm like blood, but burns like fire. I don't recognize it. It…aches deep inside my chest though I am not damaged."

"Sounds like love, silly boy. Haven't you ever felt love, Eric?"

He was gobsmacked. Was that what he was feeling? Love. "It hurts," he whispered.

"Yes it can," she said gently, "it can also heal." She turned in his embrace and, no longer joined, they both groaned at the loss. She looked at him solemnly before revealing, "I saw something, Eric. I saw inside of you." She yawned widely, and he placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead.

"Sleep, my love, we'll speak more when you wake," and with that she slept.

Elsewhere at that moment…

She sat in the dark for that was what made her the most comfortable. The time of change was drawing ever closer and she felt herself getting excited for the first time in what felt like an age and most likely was. Passage of time meant very little to her now, but it was the moment to send her letter. Northman had bonded to his mate but there was still time before the melding was completely whole. He needed to be aware of her intentions, at least in part. Especially since he was vital to her protection until she could claim what was hers. She wasn't entirely sure how he would react to this considering his new bonding. It was best to give him time to adjust to the idea.

She summoned a loyal servant, "Get me Desmond Cataliades, I have a letter to draft."

"Yes, mistress."

She smiled slightly. She hated titles, and insisted that those closest to her never use them but since few were allowed to speak her name, Mistress was the happy medium.

Her servant returned almost immediately, "He is on his way and should be here shortly. Is there anything else you require, mistress?"

"Yes, get me something to eat. I'm in the mood for something sweet tonight, a fairy would be lovely."

"Yes, mistress, I'll return soon with your meal and the daemon."

She smiled again as her world went back to darkness. But soon, soon it would have a spark of light again. She was looking forward to it.

A few days later…

She couldn't wait to get high. It had been so long since her last fix but she needed to stay sober, at least for now she had a job to do. She outlined in her head for the millionth time what she needed to do.

Get to Shreveport.

Find Sookie Stackhouse.

Drop off her little package with her.

Find a vampire, so she could sate her need for a fix.

Four easy steps, how could it go wrong, it couldn't, it wouldn't, but inevitably, it always did where she was concerned. That is why she wasn't surprised in the least when she ended up staring into the glacial blue eyes of a blond headed vampire instead of the warm ones of Sookie Stackhouse.

At the Compton estate two days after Bill's arrival….

Lorena was completely mad. This was true in both meanings of the word. Foremost she was livid at the idea that her William had returned to the godforsaken swamp she had rescued him from once before. When she'd be forced to allow his departure from her side it was with the express knowledge that he would be staying at the court of the queen of Louisiana. She didn't want him to ever come back here. Her beloved childe was too good for this bog. Having lost the right to freely roam in this state due to that silly misunderstanding with the queen, she chose to take up residence in Mississippi in order to remain close to her beloved progeny. She knew that given enough time he would find his way back to her. Of course she'd have to punish him for staying away for so long. Perhaps it was time to call Judith back but alas, that girl grated on her nerves. She was more than happy to dismiss her when she lost…contact with her beloved. She only turned the sniveling twit as a gift for her William. The fact that she'd held a striking resemblance to his human wife was merely a bonus she used in her favor to help keep him in line. He was too willful for his own good. To be honest she both loved and hated that quality.

Currently she was sitting in the cemetery, watching her dear Williams old home for signs of him. It had been dark for less than ten minutes and her contact at the queen's court had said he was staying here with his last living descendant. Unfortunately for her, the magic that kept her kind out of a humans home was also keeping her from her William. Again. She would need to be very clever in how she lured him to her this time. Perhaps she should start by ridding herself of this bothersome human. She was tired of obstacles standing between her and her childe. Granted, most of these obstructions were of her making but she chose to ignore this little detail.

The door to the worn down dwelling opened and at last she laid eyes on her beloved. It had been so long since she'd seen him, yet it felt like yesterday that she'd first found him toiling away on this farm in the middle of nowhere. She closed her side of the bond years ago in order to keep her presence in the next state unknown to him but now being so close, she was just about to open it and call him to her when a red haze fell over her vision. In her anger at what she saw a true madness took over. Reason was never a part of her vocabulary but when she saw her William kiss the hand of a perky blond blood bag, it was as if the last strand of logic in her mind snapped. She zeroed in on the little whore that dared to take her Williams affections for her own. Yet in her cracked vision, she never saw the girl not so subtly remove her hand from his grasp nor did she hear the blond tart remind her childe she belonged to another. She saw but didn't acknowledge that the girl was accompanied by a young child, an old woman, and two very large, bald men. She never made the connection that they were there visiting the human and had intended to be gone before dark.

No, all she saw was the look in Williams eyes. How his pupils dilated when he tasted her skin, how his nostrils flared when he took in her scent, or the obvious (at least to her) attraction he had for the little slut. A low growl was building in her chest but she quickly silenced it when she drew the attention of the men on the porch. She quickly moved to the safety of the trees, but kept the temptress in her sights. She watched as the now wary party moved to a new looking SUV in the drive and left a few moments later. She moved quickly to follow the car but was surprised when it pulled into the drive next door and let out the old woman, the small child and one of the bald men. She watched with barely contained rage as the blond bimbo left with the other man after the three were safely in the confines of their ramshackle farmhouse. She was about to approach the house for closer inspection when she noticed the presence of another vampire. She quickly left, knowing it was too late to follow the little bitch and her home was obviously being protected. She had managed to get a few trace scents while on the property, enough to know that the men she refused to acknowledge earlier were shifters.

She was going to need some reinforcements if she was going to get her William back and deal with his new tart. She'd heard that Malcolm was living close by; maybe it was time to renew old acquaintances. One thing was for sure, she wasn't leaving without her wayward progeny. Nor was she leaving before she taught that blond hussy just who owned Williams affections.

Translations

Min Solsken – My Sunshine

Min Gyllene Gudinna – My golden Goddess

Min Gudinna – My Goddess

Solsken – Sunshine

A/N: *Peaks head out* You're not going to throw anything are you? As you can see I'm not good with lemons but I'll try to work a few more in as the story progresses. Another thing I'm sure you noticed was the time skips. I tried to make it as straight forward as possible without giving up too much of the plot. Also the mention of the 2nd huge bald guy(Which surprised my Beta) will be discussed in the upcoming chapters. But I believe I mentioned I was adding another character in honor of the recently departed Micheal Clarke Duncan. This is him.

I'm getting a real kick out of the reviews and comments and speculation on what's happening or where it's going. I had one review that mentioned the shitty translation from last chapter and I'm deeply sorry if I offend anyone with my lack of knowledge of the Swedish language. Like most American's I only speak one language and to be honest not very well. I was in speech therapy for years as a child trying to get my native tongue correct. So any hope I had at ever mastering another is long gone. So please bare with me as a fumble my way through with Google Translate. However if anyone reading this does speak Swedish and would like to educate an ignorant American, I'm always willing to learn new things.

Also, if you haven't voted on the poll on my profile this is your last chance as I'm closing it the next time I update. I think I'm going to stick to weekly up dates for now, unless my fingers get infinitely better at typing. But alas, my fingers and tongue are sadly attached to the same clumsy language challenged person. I've learned to deal with the hand I was given. *Snort*...sorry didn't intentionally mean to be so punny!

Naked Viking Butt Flashes To All, have a great day!

Aly