A/N: OK, so quite a few of you said you would like to see me continue this story and after sitting on it for awhile, I've decided their talk is far from over. Enjoy!

Sookie POV:

I woke up in a rather large California King sized bed with Eric in his daytime rest next to me. I turned over to look at him. He seemed so peaceful when he slept. I wondered for probably the hundredth time whether vampires can dream. If so, I bet Eric was dreaming of bowling for vampires or, my vanity spoke up, perhaps our favorite shower.

I looked over at the digital clock next to the bed, which read 8:33. When I looked out the window it was still pitch dark. Well that's strange. I hauled myself out of bed to find the bathroom so I could take care of my human necessities. Afterwards, I looked through the closets and drawers to find that Eric had brought quite a few outfits for me to wear. Most of them were sweaters in multiple colors. I picked out a pink cashmere sweater with tiny pearls sewn onto the trim. I looked in the set of drawers opposite the closet for a pair of jeans. The second drawer down was filled with jeans, socks, underwear and tank tops for me to wear. He had bought me all this new stuff just for this trip. It made me wonder how long he had been planning this all for.

"Alright then. I'm going to take a shower now just to spite you." I stuck my tongue out at his inert body and giggled.

"Why would you ever want to take a shower without me?"

"What? How are you up? It's… that's why you took us all the way to Alaska?"

"When I said we would be free from all interruptions, I meant it Sookie. Here we can just take as much time as we want to without having to worry about takeovers, cell phones or even the sun. You've got me all to yourself."

"You can be so sneaky sometimes you know that?"

"As you mentioned before, I am a pragmatist. I don't see that as something negative lover."

"You see, right there, the way you use your words, you twist everything to your advantage. You can't stand to be wrong about anything. You use the word lover as a device instead of a term of endearment. You use my feelings for you against me! How is that fair Eric?"

"Sookie, I do not use your feelings against you. You manage to do that all by yourself."

"No, you use guilt and you make me feel like a little child. You may be far older than me, but that doesn't give you license to treat me however you want."

"When have I ever treated you how you didn't want to be treated? I protected you in Dallas."

"You used my naivette to start worming your way into my pants."

"Giving you my blood may have been a tiny falsehood, but it brought us closer together. I could tell you wanted me, even without the blood, but you felt obligated to stay with Compton when I knew what he was up to."

"What do you mean Eric?" He turned away for a moment to compose himself, but I felt a deep-seated rage flood his emotions. It was so powerful that it scared me. The magnitude of his rage made me question what it is that Bill could have done to have earned it.

"I promised you that during this trip we would have full disclosure. However, I know that this piece of information would hurt you. I don't want to hurt you Sookie. I understand that you still regard Bill as a friend."

He was worried what I would think of Bill? Why would Eric show any concern for Bill in the first place? I stepped closer to Eric to look into his glacier blue eyes. "Tell me Eric. I need to know."

"Bill Compton was originally sent to Bon Temps by Sophie Anne to acquire you. She had learned of you through your cousin Hadley. The first night that you were attacked ... Bill let it happen so that he could force his blood on you."

All this new information made me start the long process of retrospection to try to find any shred of evidence that could disprove what Eric was saying. I started to walk backwards but bumped into the bed. Eric took a hold of my hand before I could fall. Tears started streaming down my face, clouding my sight. All I could do was hold onto Eric for dear life while I cried for the great abuse my life had suffered.

"Gran would still be alive." My hands clenched around his biceps. "If I had never met that son of a bitch my grandmother would still be alive."

"Sookie, as much as I would love you to absolutely hate Compton, you must consider what wouldn't have happened if you had never met him. You would know absolutely nothing about the supernatural beings around you."

"I would have never had to kill anybody."

"You would not have learned how to control your gift better."

"Why do all vampires have to be such sneaky SOBs?"

I turned around and started walking towards the hallway, out into the living room. Finding a soft couch facing the window, I sat down. I was beginning to just be emotionally numb. It was all too much. Floorboards shifted under Eric's weight as came to join me on the sofa. All I could do was look out the window at the snow falling quickly against the window. When I couldn't think of Bill's betrayal of me anymore, I rested my head on Eric's shoulder and closed my eyes.

"I never would have met you." I didn't want to admit it, but I would be miserable without Eric. He may be a sneaky vampire who at first thought of me as a chase. He may be a ruthless killer and strategist, but he was mine. With all the turns my life had taken, there wasn't much that I could depend on. I needed Eric. He was the harbor that kept me safe during the storms.

I opened my eyes and turned to look up at him. His eyes told me everything I needed to know. We both spoke at the same time.

"You are mine"

"I am yours, lover"

I tilted my face upwards to kiss him. It started as a slow deep passionate kiss that curled my toes and left me breathless. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I was sitting on top of him. Since we were already both naked there was nothing hiding his evident arousal. He pushed two fingers inside of me and placed open mouth kisses on my neck, working his way down to my breasts. He took his time with each nipple. His fangs popped out and he teased the flesh of my breasts with them; it wasn't enough to break the skin, just enough sharp friction to make me moan uncontrollably. All the while he continued to push his long slender fingers into my hot wet center. I was riding his fingers in earnest, so close to completion.

"Eric, I want you inside me."

Losing only a second to place me on the sofa with my legs over his shoulders, he pushed the head of penis into me, teasing me. I was so open in this position and I wanted more of him. The frustration was overwhelming. I took his face in my hands.

"Eric, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to make me cum and I don't want you to stop until you've thoroughly claimed me. Make me feel like I'm yours."

He took my hands off his face and, with one hand, held them up above me so I couldn't move them. Usually, I wouldn't enjoy this because of how easily he could take my power away from me, but it was my own show of trust in Eric. He had offered me that table leg as a sign of trust and in return I was offering my whole body. I hoped he wouldn't make me regret this.

He seemed to understand what a sign of faith this was and he took it slow at first. My hands were still up above my head, but he moved my legs so that they were perpendicular to the couch so that I could thrust in time with him. It was slow and steady to the point of madness. Every time that I would try to speed up he would stop me or change positions.

He picked me up from the couch and set me on top of him while he sat on the couch. At first it was just an up-down motion and then he leaned forward so that it changed the angle. I placed my hands on the coffee table behind me for balance while he started to pound faster into me. He slowed a bit to make sure I could hold myself up still. When I responded with a breathless "yes", he pulled out and started to run the tip of his penis from my clit, past my swollen lips to the place where no man has gone before. I shivered and started to lose strength in my upper body. He glided ever so lightly against that forbidden place that I thought he might be hinting that he wanted entrance. I lifted myself as high up as I could so that he could have better access. He stopped completely and gave me that same smirk that made me wary.

Within seconds I was somehow plastered against the cold glass, my breasts almost pressed flat against the window pane for all the neighborhood to see. I breathed, "uh…cold". Eric slid my legs apart and placed my palms on the glass as well.

"Are you cold lover?" He pressed his body against my back so that I could feel his erection between my cheeks. His fingers slid down my thighs and flicked lightly against my clit. My back arched further into him. Using his knees to spread my legs even further apart he pushed his cool hard length into my hot center.

Since it was dark outside, I could see the reflection of his face in the window. He pounded hard into me until I moaned, "Ahhh, Eric." He flicked his tongue across my earlobe and lightly sucked.

"Yes Sookie? Do you feel like I've properly claimed you yet?" Even though my cheek was against the window I vigorously shook my head and quietly whispered, "no"

"I want you to cum lover. I want to feel my dick wet with your juices. I want you to taste yourself. You taste amazing." He wrapped arms in between mine so that he could push my shoulders down as he thrust up. Pushing my hair to the side, he placed open mouth kisses on my neck. He removed his hands from my shoulders. One settled on my nipple, pinching and teasing it. The other drifted back down to my clit. He pulled me back away from the window and my hands had nothing to hold onto. The steady rhythm of his thrusting and the talented ministrations of his fingers made me weak. I reached behind me to grab a hold of his award-winning ass for something to hold onto.

Eric whispered softly into my ear, "You are mine." He sunk his fangs into the soft flesh of my neck and I lost all control of my body from the force of my orgasm. He thrust into me a few more times before surrendering to his own completion. He drunk deeply from my neck and sealed it with his blood afterwards.

He turned me in his arms so that I could face him. I held onto him tightly for fear of toppling over. Looking up at him, I started to cry. It will always be a source of amusement for me how Eric gets freaked out by crying women. I held onto him tighter and buried my face into his neck. "I love you Eric Northman."

Before he could respond, I bit into him, marking him as mine. He let out a moan as he lovingly caressed my hair with his large hands. When I finished drinking from him, he tilted my chin up and gave me a soft kiss.

"I love you too, Sookie" He placed his hands on top of my shoulders. "However, you must be careful when drinking my blood. Unless you wish to be turned, it is not wise to drink so heavily from me."

I backed away from him and turned to the window to look at my smudged handprints.

"There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you."

"Yes lover?"

"I've been reconsidering your offer", I paused hesitantly, "… your offer to turn me."