A/N: It can be hard to write when you're living in your head, and that's where I've been spending almost all of my time lately. For weeks, at least. Months. Sometimes, when I'm really lucky, I get to live in Sookie's or Eric's or Pam's heads for a while instead. They take over and all I have to do is just write what they tell me to say. It's really swell. Sometimes, I have to lead the way, but they're pretty agreeable, if often terribly distracted. Like me. Sometimes, they're dicks and I have to force them to spit anything out. Sometimes they are really mean and won't come out to play at all, no matter how hard I beg. And sometimes my brain is just running way too fast to hear what they're saying or to put on the brakes and it spins way out of control. Always too much and never enough. But working on getting it back on track.

Sorry. My therapist is out of town until the end of the week. You should probably ignore the ramblings of a madwoman. 😬

Chapter 10

Sookie was more than a little tipsy when they left the restaurant. There was a nightclub nearby — The Wool of the Bat — and she pulled Eric inside. The bouncer held the velvet rope open for them, waiting to let them pass. She headed straight to the bar and kept to the theme of the night and ordered two shots of tequila. She saw several vampires she knew — intimately — while she waited but they all ignored her and Eric, other than the occasional look or leer. She barely noticed. They knew she was off limits outside the VIV Club. Especially with Victor out of town.

The shots arrived with a salt shaker and two wedges of lime. She licked and salted her hand just above the webbing between her index finger and thumb and then licked the spot again. She downed the first shot and then shuddered and sucked hard on the lime wedge. She put the glass upside down on the bar, blew out a big breath, and picked up the salt shaker again. Best to get the next one over with quickly.

This time, she grinned and took Eric's hand and licked it instead, with a long, slow swath of her tongue. He was immediately hard. She sprinkled on the salt and then licked him again while looking into his eyes. She downed her drink, sucked on the lime and then led him across the crowded room to the dance floor. She rubbed the damp spot on his hand with her thumb on the way. When they got there, she pulled him tight against her with her arms around his neck and giggled. She had moved from tipsy to having a good, solid buzz.

"That burned like hell and tasted like shit. I might go and have a couple more in a few minutes."

He laughed and she joined in. She pulled his mouth down for a kiss and it lasted long enough to make just about everybody around them notice. She swept his hair back and reached her face up, as if she were going to whisper in his ear. When he leaned down, she gave his neck a hard, sucking bite.

He moaned, his cock straining his jeans. He thought he might stain them, too, if she did it again, only a little harder, and then drank from the wound. He looked down at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Trying to make me take you back to my room already?"

She laughed. "No. But I used to work in a bar. I'm sure I could find a couple of hiding spots where we'd have a pretty good chance of not getting caught fucking each other's brains out."

He smiled and his fangs had run down. Before he could reply — or make a move to leave the dance floor — she gave him an evil grin.

"Eventually."

He narrowed his eyes. "How… eventually?

Her grin got wider and she shrugged. "I guess that depends on how long it takes me to drive you insane."

He laughed. "I believe I am already there."

She reached down and grabbed his hard cock through his pants and squeezed. He thrust a little into her hand, despite the four times he'd already cum that night.

She licked her lips and looked like she was considering his request. "Nah. I think you can take a little more crazy."

He pulled her tighter against him and rubbed the small of her back with his hand. She unbuttoned another button on his shirt and gave the base of his neck soft, tiny kisses and then licked the hollow of his throat.

"Yummy."

He made a noise that sounded like something between a growl and a moan. His hand lowered and he squeezed her ass and pulled her even tighter against him.

After a few more songs — and a lot more sexual tension — Sookie decided to take a break. To let things cool off a little bit. She visited the ladies' room while Eric waited outside, and then ordered another couple of shots of tequila. She made Eric sit on a bar stool so she could stand between his legs and lick the salt off the curve of his neck this time. She sucked hard on his jugular instead of the lime. His cock was grinding against her.

She stayed there for a minute or two while they made out.

She pulled away and his mouth tried to follow hers but she put her hand against his chest and

shook her head. She switched to the other side and licked the salt from his neck again before she did her shot.

She sucked the base of his throat, but then she moved to his chin and then his mouth. She kissed him hard and they made out on the bar stool a little longer. He pulled away and whispered in her ear.

"I need you."

She pulled back a bit and cocked her head a little. She shrugged and then pecked his lips.

"Nope. But soon. Maybe. If you're a good boy."

"I am so not a boy."

She laughed when he pretended to scowl, but he was enjoying the game, too. She led him back to the dance floor and they held each other close again. It was his turn to kiss and suck on her neck while she moaned.

She had almost forgotten what freedom felt like. Ironically, the only place she could get a taste of being free was when she was with her body-cum-prison guard. She knew it was all just an illusion, but she didn't really care. Not right at that moment, anyway. When she was with him, she could eat what she wanted and drink what she wanted and fuck when she wanted, seemingly as much as she pleased. And she pleased, a lot. And, incredibly, she could even choose to say no if she wanted to. Even after that first night. Especially so. And, at that moment, she couldn't even contemplate the idea of not wanting to fuck him. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. The only man she'd ever chosen to be with. The only one who'd treated her well. The man she was falling in love with.

He was holding her tight and she could feel his hard cock against her abdomen and their cum was still soaking through her panties. His eyes blazed down at her. And she didn't really want to be anywhere else except in his arms. She thought she would likely follow him anywhere. Even to hell. For right then, though, she would be the one to lead him somewhere. Somewhere she could fuck him some more. But maybe she could hold out just a tiny bit longer. Sunrise was still a few hours away. There was plenty of time left for a little more teasing first. She wondered if she was ever going to get any work done for Felipe or if she and Eric were just going to flirt and feed and fuck until the King gave up on her.

He switched to the other side of her neck and his fang scratched a red line down the length of her throat. She gasped at the sting and then shivered when he soothed it with a long, cool lick of his tongue.

"A taste is not enough. I need you again. Now."

His voice was rough and ragged when he spoke into her ear. She knew he wanted her badly.

She leaned back and looked up at him, biting her lip. As it turned out, she couldn't wait any longer, either. She needed him just as much as he needed her. Maybe more. She grabbed his hand and pulled him off the dance floor and towards the bathrooms, which were in a long corridor just past the bar. It continued down to the storeroom, walk-in refrigerator, offices, and then the employee entrance at the end. The first door past the men's room was unlocked and the lights were off. There were cleaning supplies and bar towels and several stacks of cartons with empty beer bottles inside. He boosted her onto one and stood between her legs, grinding himself against her while they kissed. Her panties were soaked and they didn't survive being ripped off for the second time that night. After that, he only needed to lift up her skirt and unbutton his fly and he was inside her.

The bottles underneath her clinked together a little in their cartons in time as he thrust hard into her over and over again. She started to giggle but it turned into a moan when he licked the shell of her ear and then sucked on her earlobe while hitting her in just the right spot. He nibbled down to her throat and she tangled her fingers in the back of his hair and pulled his mouth closer. She wanted to feel his bite, but it was his turn to tease. He slid down the straps of her dress and it fell loose to under her chest. He pulled her breasts out of the cups of her bra and sucked on one nipple while playing with the other.

She threw her head and groaned. "Oh my God, Eric. Yes. Please. Just like that. So fucking good."

He moved his mouth back up to her neck and kissed her there some more. He would be able to heal the bites, but he'd left other marks. He couldn't find the energy to care.

When he bit her, she screamed, and came so hard she nearly blacked out for a few seconds. He came too, and was consumed by how she smelled and felt and tasted. He immersed himself in the beating of her heart.

Neither sensed the vampire just a few feet behind him until it was too late.