A/N First things first, thank you all for the reviews, the alerts and the favorites. You all really rock! Next thing on the agenda, the question where I'm taking all this… well my idea was taking the story I had, but I wasn't entirely happy about the first, I think 10 or so chapters. So I decided to throw that junk out, make it better and then knit the rest of the story onto that… Makes sense I think. You can call me a bit of a perfectionist, because I am most of the time.

Enough nonsense, let's get this train rolling!

EPOV

I bring the little tray with three cups of coffee with me to the little island. I figured Amelia maybe also fancies a cup, and if she doesn't, I think I know a volunteer for the cup. Funnily enough, there was a giant mug in the cabinet with Sookie's name written on it with a permanent marker. She has quit a reputation in that department I figure.

Amelia and Sookie are deep in conversation when I set down the tray. First I hand Sookie her personal bucket, after that I hand a much more humble mug to Amelia. Sookie only interrupts their conversation about a certain Hadley to thank me sweetly.

The expression on Amelia's face would be funny if she wasn't surprised Sookie didn't behave herself like a total bitch. To be honest, I'm quit surprised about her reaction myself. Not a day before she would have kicked me in my balls for my little speech in the elevator. Don't get me wrong, I love the change but I also wonder why her defense mechanism kicked in so hard yesterday, and even more why she lowered her boundaries the way she did.

'Eric?' Amelia asks me ones I log into the network.

'Amelia?' I throw back the question.

'You're a computer repairman, right?' she throws back at me. I have a feeling where is conversation is going .

'Well, that's what they pay me for to do here. Do I have something to repair?' The funny part about IT guys is, as long as everyone you knows pc stuff is working, you won't hear a beep from them, that's until they fuck something up and you can go to the rescue. Within the hour. For free off course, what are "friends" for?

'Well' she drew the word out, I know what's coming. 'Sookie just asked me if I don't know any pc repairguys. One that fucks her instead of his ex, that is. Well, apparently I didn't knew what was coming.

'Well, there's no dread on my head considering the idea to stick my thing back in that bitch.' Then I focused on Sookie, who was busy imitating a beet root, at least color wise. 'So we're cool I guess, Little lady.' And I finished with a wink.

My day went just fine after that, except some bitch , her name is Arlene is think, she couldn't make up her mind up if she wanted to call me out on my appearance or seduce me into fucking her, where after she would call me out on it. Hypocrite bitch.

I meet a frustrated Sookie in the copy room. I lean against the doorpost enjoying the view for a moment. Little lady is trying to reach a box on the upper shelve, which is, even with her hot as fuck heels on, way to high for her. Just when she can grasp the box with her fingertips, I take action. I can't let her end up with getting the heavy box full of paper on her pretty head.

So I stand quietly behind her, a little to close I admit. Her smell is heaven. Vanilla and some spices, and the absolute smell of Sookie. In the moment it takes her to realize what's happening, I grab the box with ease and set it down on the table before us. I rest my hands on the table, effectively caving her in. I feel her slightly relax against me before throwing her head in her neck, gracing me with a smile while looking up at me.

Our eyes meet for a long second before she says. 'I could have done that, you know.'

'Off course, Little lady, but I can't stand the idea of you getting that box on your pretty head.' I bow down to kiss the top of said pretty head, but she is already turning around in the embrace.

She pushes her up so she is sitting on the table before saying. 'Well I should thank you properly then I guess. Come closer.' She beckons me, making a matching movement with her finger. I step as close as I can but with her tight skirt there isn't much coming closer then this. She crooks her finger once more and I move my head closer to hers, until our noses our inches apart. Our eyes lock and all the fantasies from last night in the shower come back to life. I feel my pants tighten up, and that's before she throws her arms around my neck.

SPOV

In a spur of the moment I beckon Eric closer to me to thank him for his help. Pathetic excuse, but hey, he's also flirting with me right? I get sucked into his eyes and the memories from the night before in the shower come flowing back to me. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Our eyes are still locked, and I feel something deep inside my belly tighten up in anticipation.

Our lips are only millimeters apart when I whisper my thank you.

'You're welcome' he whispers back.

I lean in the last little distance and give him a shallow peck on the lips. I collect all my self control not to attack this fabulous man. I briefly close my eyes to shake myself out of the little bubble we find ourselves in. His lips are so masculine but at the same time so soft and kissable. I want to go back for seconds but before I can explain to myself that would be a bad idea, I feel his big, pliant anchoring themselves in my hair, leading me back to his mouth.

The kiss starts sweets enough, but quick we fall into a passionate kiss where his tongue seeks entrance into my mouth by licking my lower lip. He sucks my bottom lip between his. My hands go to his hair. The strands of tangled hair feel surprisingly supple and soft. With a pull I gain back my control and lead the invasion into his mouth. Our tongues find each other in a passionate and fierce way. The kiss awakes a fire deep in my loins. When I feel his hands roam to my neck, down my shoulders and sides towards my hips. Suddenly his hands are gone but then I feel them at the hem of my tight skirt. He pushes it up to where the lace of my stockings begin, but he isn't looking at my thighs. His eyes are locked with mine. I feel his hands on the inside of my thighs, pushing them open and making more room for him. He moves closer and very soon our torsos are touching. The bulge pushing against my stomach is impressive to say the least, but it turns me on even more if that is possible.

Our mouths disengage for a moment, while I try to catch my breath I see my sanity close the door after herself. She's probably on a cigarette break until further notice.

Eric's magical mouth has found the little spot behind my ear. Oh God, he just uses the right amount of tongue. I'll probably let him fuck me on the copy machine if he tries right know. One of my hands are on his brought back, the other still tangled into his hair. I feel myself pushing into him like a wanton slut, but I don't care, I've lost my sanity already anyway.

He is nibbling on my jaw at the moment, slowly working towards my mouth again. He gives me another sweet peck on he lips before leaning his forehead against mine. He breaths heavy, just as affected as me.

He looks me in the eye, and then we go back for more…

A/N Now y'all love me, don't you?