Disclaimer: All characters depicted herein are the sole property of Charlaine Harris and HBO. I am simply writing this fanfic to help pass the time while I wait for book 9 in May.

Chapter 4

As Eric had predicted, by the end of my second glass of champagne I was ready to dance. I'm not much of a drinker, and I had polished the first glass in one swig at 35000 feet. The cabin lights had dimmed to almost complete darkness, and the television was set to a jazz music channel. Earlier today Eric had indicated that he didn't want to make love again until after we had our big talk. Looking around the luxury jet and taking in the atmosphere made it extremely hard to comply.

When I had packed my things back in Bon Temps, I had decided on wearing a knee-length lacy black skirt with a small slit up the right leg, and a burgundy halter top, for the trip. Sexy with class had been my goal for the ensemble when I put it together. Alone on a plane with Eric Northman, it quickly became business woman performing a strip tease. You can't blame a girl for wanting to have a little fun while taking the redeye to an undisclosed location, especially not if she's a little tipsy and sharing the plane with a Viking Adonis.

Eric was watching me so intently that I thought his gaze would set me to flames. Peter Elkas' song, Turn out the Lights came on over the speakers. If it hadn't been one of the most sexually charged situations I had ever been in I might have found it a little silly, but it wasn't. It was hot hot hot. I matched my hips and body to the slow rhythm of the song as I danced around the cabin of the plane, occasionally holding the pole for support. During the chorus, I walked over to Eric and did a slow grind, sometimes turning my face to him to lightly lick his cheek. With every movement I made, I could feel Eric's body tensing with the frustration of trying to remain seated and not touch me. He had made up his mind about having sex; there would be none of it until we cleared the air. Well, after all the frustration he had put me through I wasn't about to feel guilty for taking back a little control. Besides, you try listening to the song and not wanting to shimmy around a little. Enjoying myself immensely, I went over to Eric and climbed on to his lap, wrapping my legs around him while running my hands through my hair and grinding to the music. Eric was exercising every ounce of self-discipline he had, I could tell. His arousal was evident, and if he could breathe he would most certainly be panting. His eyes regarded me with both terrible, painful wanting and utter fascination.

"Sookie, I am going to fuck you blind." Eric said into my ear, his hands still at his sides and his lips an inch away from me. "I am going to do things to you that you can't imagine." He continued. "But do not think you will make me touch you when I have decided not to. It is a game you cannot win, lover."

Eric's erection was pounding against me and I was absolutely dying, ha-ha, to take every inch of his glorious self inside of me. I had already won, if you ask me, our desire for each other was incredible and there was nothing on my mind in the entire world besides Eric. Maybe I didn't know much about sex, but the buildup was phenomenal. Something had shifted between Eric and me since last night; I suspected that my physical education was only just beginning. It's like I didn't know myself until Eric had started to teach me about the raw beauty and hunger and pleasure in the anticipation of touch. Bill may have been my first, but Eric was every other number to infinity. The song ended and so I got up from Eric's lap, slowly and with much effort, to find the bottle of champagne. Eric wanted me to enjoy myself and I was going to.

"Eric, you said you will not touch me, and that we won't have sex until the talk. You said nothing about me touching you. Do you agree to let me have a little fun?" I asked, walking towards him with the champagne bottle in hand.

"I see you are trying to torment me, dear one. I will obey you, but I feel I should warn you that you are…biting off more than you can chew. You may come to regret this." Eric said evenly. He stared at me for a long moment with an inscrutable expression, before finally allowing me to see that he wasn't really mad, just agonizingly aroused and determined.

"I want you to take off your shirt, and lie back on the couch." I said, savoring every minute of my newfound power.

He took off his shirt with such deliberate movements that I could tell he was trying to compete with me for control. I wouldn't allow it. Time to bring out the big guns, I thought to myself. I walked over to Eric, and once again straddled him but this time propped myself up on my knees. Tipping the champagne bottle slightly, I let a tiny stream drip onto his bare neck. As it ran down his stomach, I arched my back so that I might meet the running champagne with my tongue. I licked his neckline, and then ran my mouth to his nipple and sucked, biting gently the way he liked. At this, Eric actually started to shake a little. Evidently, the strength it took for him to control himself was getting much more severe. I sent feelings of pride, lust and smugness through the bond.

"Take that, Sheriff." I whispered into his lower abdomen. Looking up, I noticed that his fangs were fully extended and his pupils were alarmingly dilated. He was looking more and more like a hungry, horny vampire and less like a gentleman under control. I had never seen him so worked up and that was saying something.

"Lover, you are hurting me far worse right now than anything I would intentionally do to you." He said, lifting my head so that his mouth was just millimeters from mine.

"You just can't handle losing control." I said in furious retort.

"No, I can't." He replied, while kissing me and instantly flipping me over so that I lay on my back with him on top of me. "I have never suffered so much for a woman in my entire 1000 years." He said, his fangs grazing my neck. "But I will not fuck you again" he paused, looking at me "or bite you" he continued miserably "until I know you are truly mine."

With that, he leapt off me and walked over to the bar for a True Blood. The pilot's voice came over the intercom, announcing that we had landed. I hadn't even noticed the descent.

"Mr. Northman and Miss Stackhouse" the pilot said "welcome to Honolulu."

Eric turned to look at me expectantly. The expression on my must have face proven him absolutely right. Priceless.

TBC – This is my first attempt at fanfiction so all comments or criticisms are appreciated! Thanks to everyone who has shown interest in the fic!